Me- ok, got the next chapter written here!

Bunny- Took ya long enough, ya gumby.

Me- Oh, stop it. You like me, and you know it. Now, suck it up and just let the people enjoy their story, Bunny.

Bunny- Oh, fine.

Me- Good Bunny. Like I said, enjoy y'all!


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"Frosten! Pick up the pace already, those dishes ain't gonna wash themselves you know!" my boss shouted at me from around a corner before disappearing back up front.

Working in a fancy restaurant, I thought I would be hired as a Hostess or waitress… but I got hired as the dish-girl, barely earning enough money to pay the outrageous rent my foster parents charged me.

Working for the high-end restaurant, I earn about $1,500 a month. My foster parents take about $1,200 of that as 'rent' to allow me to live with them, leaving a meager $300 for me to survive on for an entire month.

With money like that, it's no wonder I'm kept in the back room with the dishes…

I'm extremely skinny and I recently developed a rare disease- not contagious, mind you- that made my skin really pale, my eyes a pale blue, and my hair a stark white. My blood-flow is next to nothing, making it hard for oxygen to go through my bloodstream, which in effect makes me cold-to-the-touch all the time.

"Jaclyna Frosten, what did I just say?"

Jerking up slightly, I looked over at my boos who was leaning against a nearby wall, staring at me disapprovingly.

"Uh, you told me to do these dishes, sir…"

He sighed and ran his hand through his thin hair, walking over to me.

"Jackie, you've been with us for how long now? A year almost?" I nodded. "In all that time, you've done nothing to prove you're worthy of staying here. All you've done is show up to work covered in cuts and bruises everyday, and I can't deal with it anymore. My boss says I either have to promote you- which won't happen because of your appearance- or fire you."

"N-no, sir, please, I need this job, it's the only thing keeping me alive, I swear!" I cried, begging him to reconsider. He shook his head sadly.

"Jackie, I like you, I truly do sweetheart. But I don't think you're suited to this kind of work. If you like, I could put in a recommendation for you at a place I know?"

I shoved him aside, glaring at him angrily.

"No. My so-called 'family' already treats me like I'm scum, why should I expect any different from the one who pays me? You know what, take your money and keep it, I don't need you. In fact, I'm leaving town- tonight."

With that, I grabbed my backpack from a nearby chair and ran out the back door, ripping off my hairnet and tossing it to the ground as I did so. I ran until I was a block from the house I was forced to live in. I slid down against a wall, staring into space.

"…great, now I don't even got a job… how am I supposed to run away when I don't got no money?"

"Perhaps I could help with that?" a thickly-accented voice said from next to me.


A/N whoever guesses the mystery voice correctly gets a special surprise- a spoiler for later in this story, just for them!