I've never known a great hustle and I never will. I had things handed to me on a silver plate. Now that's how it is for an only child, they get the best, but they also get the worst.

But now I'm on my own, to seek a world better than I expected, to follow my dreams and be bigger than I ever was back in my home town.

After Sophie and I had escaped from the school, a new world was shown to me and I couldn't have wanted it any other way. Now I've somehow found my way back in the magical realm with a whole new purpose.

I strolled along to a fancy coffee shop down the road, my luggage bouncing from side to side. I have never been in such a luxurious place before, if the Church doesn't count.

It was only small, but packed and filled with business workers and teenagers who had been sent out into the world to make a living, just like me.

I sighed. I wouldn't call myself an anti-social soul or an introvert, but people just weren't my thing. I had realised that short after a little incident with a crush.

I pulled out my blue purse, checking to see if the money mother gave to me was still there. I walked into the line, not really sure of what I wanted.

The only thing I knew here was milk and water. I guess I could take a milk, right? Or maybe I should try something new.

"Excuse me, little lady, could you move?" My eyes widened and my body stiffened. How embarrassing. I scooted along, the same look not leaving my face.

"What would you like?" A girl said. She had caremel skin and bronde hair which was tied back with a hairband. She had hazel eyes and a small smile.

"Uh," I stared up at the menu from above. "I would like a umm...cappuccino." She nodded, writing it on a piece of paper.

"Cream or no cream?" She asked. I forrowed my eyebrows. This is a joke, right? I broke into a forced laugh. "No, thanks. I've already got some on today."

"Can you please, hurry. I've got business to get too." The voice growled again. I turned around, hands on my hips. "Wait your turn." I didn't stare at him, but he stared at me. I could feel his eyes burning my skin as he stared at me with confusion, the stare soon hardened.

"Do you mind?" I sighed, turning back around. My drink was already ready. "Thanks." I smiled, my tone softening once again. "The bill is £2.99." She informed, waiting for the money.

I gave her a fiver and she gave me my change. I grabbed a seat by the door, so I'd be able to zoom out to find a job.

I sipped on my drink, enjoying the heat spread over my tongue. Wait, I didn't enjoy that. I hissed, heat taking over my whole body. I itched, not enjoying what was going on.

I ignored the stares that I was getting, but the one I couldn't ignore was strong. I stared up, looking him in the eye.

He looked quite familiar, but I couldn't figure out who he was. I looked back down, fighting the urge to itch again.

I stared at my watch. 9:30. I was running late. I got up, bashing into a muscular chest. I watched as my drink went flying into the air and falling right into his...lowers area.

He hissed, clutching it tight. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I apologized, my cheeks burning. "Why is it always you?" He rasped, lunging for the door handle.

"Um, sir. But you need to change! No offense or anything, I don't mean to annoy you any more than I have today, but it looks like you peed."

"No shit." He opened the door, pushing me to the side. I followed him, hoping to get things right.

"Will you stop following me?" He groaned, letting go of his crotch. "But you haven't accepted my apology."

"Do you really care that much?" He asked as I blocked his way. "Yes." I panted, happy that he got the message. "Fine, it is okay." He pushed me out of the way again, causing me to fall onto the ground. Okay, maybe he didn't get my message.

"Can I at least give you money to get you new trousers or something. Like a twenty?" I asked, getting up.

He chuckled. "You can give me money, but I'm not sure I'll use it to go and get a pair of trousers." I smiled, causing him to stop laughing.

He itched his head, clearing his throat. "I've got to go..." He turned the other way, walking away. "Bye!" I called out, waving. "Wait," I called out. He sighed, turning back around. "What about the twenty?"

He smiled at me weakly. "Forget about it." I bit my lip, sighing.

"And what experiences do you have that will benefit this job?" The old man asked, a bored expression on his face.

"Um, well I kind of battled my best friend when she was a witch..." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Useful experiences."

I reddened, trying to answer his questions. "Well, Mr. Roco. I have special powers that can change animals back into humans...only for a bit though."

He nodded. "Impressive..." He said, causing me to smile with pride. "But dear Agatha, how will that experience help you take ticks off the fur from animals."

I shrugged, giving up. I sucked so much I couldn't even get a job as a tick remover.

I walked out of the building, sighing as the rain started to pour at 10pm. Yes, it took me more than twelve hours to accomplish nothing.

I lunged for my luggage, nearly passing out when I realised it wasn't there. I had been walking around all day without my luggage and I didn't even know where I put it!

I sat down in the bus stop. waiting for a bus to pass, my head laying on the glass. I watched as cars went past, zooming past me.

I didn't know it was going to be this hard, but even though, I was happy to be out of that town, get something more. I couldn't stay there forever.

I sighed, looking down at my dark jeans and black and white striped shirt.

I heard a beeping noise from a distance and looked up. I stared at the black car, watching the window scroll down.

"Get in." He said, a smug look on his face. I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. My bus will come any second now."

"Let me drop you. Much easier." His grin still didn't leave his face. I sighed. Mother said don't talk to strangers, but if I didn't, how would I get anywhere?

"I don't know." He chuckled. shaking his head. "But you owe me. If you don't recall, you were the girl who thought it would be fun to pour a cappuccino down my crotch."

I sighed, shaking my head. "It was by accident." He gave a hypnotizing stare, making me smile.

"Alright." I opened the door, scooting into the seat beside him. "Where you going?" He asked, speeding off. "Hotel Inn." He shook his head.

"Nah, you're coming to my place."

Now how did you like that? This boy is quite the charmer. Hmmm. You should know who he is by looking at the description.

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