Thank you, Sara, for beta-ing my story.

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Fresh Start

Hi, I'm Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. I'm poor and I desperately need money so I can help my mom. Ugh, no. Why does this have to be so hard?

I was sitting on the porch of Miss Isabella Swan's house, with a newspaper in my hands. Next to me were my fellows, a pen and a small colored notebook. They, along with my brain, would decide my future. I had been sitting here for at least an hour now, and all I had done so far was write and scribble, write and scribble, non-stop.

'Let's give this one more try.' I muttered to myself.

'Dear Miss Isabella Swan,

I am writing to apply for the position of maid advertised in yesterday's edition of The Seattle Times.

My name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and I am 25 years old. I am currently unemployed. I have the 12th grade education, but couldn't go any farther due to personal reasons. I have worked as a maid in several malls and shops.

I am responsible, punctual and hard-working.

I am prepared to work any hours and I'm available for an interview at any time.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Yours sincerely,

(Edward Anthony Masen Cullen)

I re-read the letter to make sure it was properly written even in my messy handwriting. I knew how to write application letters because of my previous jobs. I knew the possibility of getting this job was minimal, but I had to try...for my mom's sake.

I had been unemployed for over two weeks now and I had bills and loans to pay and medicine for both me and my mom to buy. I was in a desperate need for a job.

I looked down at the black and white watch that was tightly tied with a string to my wrist. I loved my watch because it reminded me of my happy childhood. Although, it was old and overused I kept using it. It was still working, after all.

4:06 PM, it read. I had to go before Miss Swan came back home.

I wrapped the letter in the envelope and quickly wrote my address, pretending it had been sent using the mail. I let it slide on the little opening that was on the mailbox.

I took a few steps back and looked at the beautiful house in front of me.

This is the house I've always imagined to live in, I thought to myself.

It was a two-story house. It had four wide windows and a balcony on the ground floor. The house itself was painted in beige, the roof was ocean blue. It was surrounded by two big trees and a few shrubs in the front of the house. There was also a small garden that smelled like fresh grass. I could only imagine what the inside looked like.

Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of a horn and I quickly walked away from Miss Swan's house, neither looking at the car or the person who had startled me.

When I got home I was really tired, not only because I had just walked three miles but also because this day had been both mentally and physically exhausting.

As soon as I had put my things away, I went to take a shower. I usually took 5 minute showers but I decided to take my time and relax. After I got out of the shower, I put my pajama bottoms on and an old Kurt Cobain T-shirt that had belonged to my father.

I was starving and it was past dinner, so I decided to see if I had any leftovers in the fridge. There weren't, so I made myself a sandwich with the last ham and cheese slices.

I sat on the couch, eating, and decided to call my mom. The number was on speed dial so it was fast to get a response on the line.

"Good evening. I'm Edward Cullen and I'd like to call room 585 to talk to Esme Cullen, please. " I knew her room number by heart. I call her every single day, at the same time.

"Sure, give me a minute, please." answered the woman in a monotone voice.

"Edward? Hello!" My mom greeted me in a semi-shriek. It wasn't really a shriek, since she was tired and sick.

"Hello, Mom. How are you feeling today?" I asked. I always wanted to know how she was feeling coming from her mouth, even though I always talked to a nurse or a doctor, because I knew she tried to diminish her feelings so I wouldn't have to worry about her.

"I'm good. They ran a few tests today, but I won't find out the results until Thursday. Don't worry about anything though, son. I'm good, so worry about you and your life. Now, I demand to know how my favorite son is."

"Mom, firstly, I'm your only son; therefore, of course, I'm your favorite. Second, I'm good. I applied for this new job today. It's to work as a maid in the house of this woman. I'm hoping to have an interview with her soon. I think this job would be really helpful. I still don't know about the salary, though." I always told my mom everything; I didn't want to keep secrets from her.

"That's wonderful news, Edward!" I could feel my mom's smile through her words.

"Calm down, mom! I don't even know if I'm getting the job or not yet." I tried not to sound too harsh while saying this.

"I know, but this could be the beginning of a good life for you!" She said, yawning.

"Mom, it's getting late and you're tired. I love you. Sleep tight."- I really felt like crying now.

"I'm sorry. I wish we could talk more, sweetie. I love you. I can't wait to see you on Sunday. Good night."

I hung up the phone and went to bed. As I lay down, I couldn't help but let the tears fall that had been threatening to fall during my conversation with my mom, on the phone. My mom was my life. She was the only person that really knew me inside and out, my shoulder to cry on, my only friend, and I would do everything in my power to help her. No matter at what cost, I'd help her live through this.

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