Chapter Two

Harmon picked up a couple of her suitcases, and dragged them into her mum's house. "What is it?" she asked.

""I've got you a job," Lizzie beamed. "Just a little one, if you don't like it you can give it up."

Harmon's eyes widened. A job? Awesome! "What am I doing?" She asked carefully.

"You'll be helping out in the Armonica Bar," Lizzie replied. "Unfortunately, it's evenings- four to one- but you'll be working Fridays, Saturdays and Mondays. You're off on festival days, but you'll work Monday to Saturday during holidays from school."

Harmon's eyes narrowed in suspicion. It sounded like some ploy her mother had created so that she wouldn't have time to party or hang out with friends. The only free weekend day she had was Sunday.

"Who else works at the bar?" Harmon couldn't asking.

"Uh... Harbor, his daughter Kathy run the bar, Chase works as a cook, and Selena is an entertainment dancer."

Harmon considered her choices. Harbor... too old. Kathy and Selena... Potential best friends, although Selena sounded a bit, ah... Anyways, Chase.

"Who's Chase?" She asked, trying not to sound interested.

"He'll be in your year at school," Lizzie said, smiling.

"Cool," was all Harmon said, and she began to pull her suitcases up to her room.

***

Harmon let out a sigh of relief, and collapsed on her bed.

Lizzie had abandoned her at the first mention of unpacking, and Harmon had had to do it all by herself. The dark red walls of her bedroom were covered with familiar posters, and the wardrobe and drawers were filled with clothes. Her bedside table had a lamp sitting atop it, covered with a lampshade that matched the walls. The beds sheets and pillows were wrapped in black covers, but the quilt was covered with an extra blanket- Harmon assumed it was for decoration- that was dark red, and made out of some strange shiny material.

Quickly, Harmon decided to change, and pulled on a red and black striped shirt, with sleeves that reached her knuckles. Although the sleeves were baggy, the shirt hugged her torso tightly, and she decided to throw on a pair of black skinny jeans and hi-top Converse. The red of shirt seemed to give her hair a red tinge, and Harmon smiled. She looked quite pretty. Carefully, she applied black mascara and eyeliner, and smudged her eyelids with a dark red eyeshadow.

As she was screwing the cap back on her mascara, there was a knock on the front door downstairs. Eager to meet one of the villagers, she ran downstairs quietly and opened the front door.

In front of her stood a curvy woman, with blond hair and vivid green eyes. A bright red bandana was tied around the woman's neck, and she was wearing her hair tied back in a high ponytail.

"Hi," the girl greeted Harmon. "The name's Kathy. Welcome to Harmonica!"


Amber-chan: Well, I hope this story is going well. I don't seem to have any readers yet, but hopefully I'll get some. If you do read this story, could I just ask you to please review? It really will encourage me to write. ^,^ Thank you for reading, it's hugely appreciated. Sorry if the chapters are too short, by the way. It's just how I write.