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Chapter 2

Fumbling his confidence

And wondering why the world has passed him by,

Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments,

And failed attempts to fly, fly

Two days later, I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I had found another job, delivering packages throughout the city from a small business that supplied various items. They hadn't told me specifically what I was delivering, and I hadn't asked. I got dressed and headed out to the bus stop. My car was really messed up, and I didn't have the money to get it fixed yet. I really needed this job to work out, and not just because of my car. I was a few months behind on my apartment, and I had been living on peanut butter and crackers for quite a while now.

I looked at my watch as I walked to the bus stop. Not good, I thought, I can't be late on my first day… I started running, and when I got to the bus stop, it was nowhere in sight. This isn't fair! Just as I was considering how far it was to my new job, a car pulled up in front of me.

"Need a lift?" Hannah asked as she unlocked her car door.

"Thank you so much!" I said as I jumped into the passenger's seat.

"Where are you headed today?" she asked as she pulled away from the curb. I told her the address and she nodded as she headed in that direction. "So what's the new job?" she inquired curiously.

"Delivery girl," I said enthusiastically.

"Wow, you actually sound excited about this one," she said skeptically.

"Well, it's better than the last one."

"True, but how are you supposed to deliver stuff without a car?"

"Um, I'm still working on that…" She smiled, like she knew that I was going to say that.

"Just be careful," she said as she pulled up in front of the address that I had given her. "And try not to lose this one!" she added cheerily.

I could always count on my friends joking about my constant change of jobs. They knew it wasn't my fault, and they had offered to help me out a few times, but it didn't change the fact that I was clumsy, uncoordinated, and somewhat forgetful.

I smiled and headed into the building.

Over the next few hours, I took the bus or walked to different parts of the city, delivering packages. Towards the end of the day I was feeling really good, and headed back to the building to make sure they didn't have anything else for me to deliver. When I turned the corner, I saw three police cars and a bunch of cops swarming around the building.

I joined the group of people who were trying to see what was going on. As the police dragged out my new boss and the other two people who worked with him in the building, I heard them talking about how those three were drug dealers.

Wait, what? I was working for drug dealers? I can't believe this! Just as I was thinking this, one of them caught sight of me in the crowd.

"Hey! She one of us too!" he shouted as he pointed at me. All of the cops turned to look at me. "She's the one who delivers the stuff!" Before I knew it a pair of policemen were pulling me towards a car.

"Wait wait!" I cried out, "I didn't know!"

"That's what they all say," one of them said as the closed the car door and went back to the other three guys, who were putting up a fight.

Well this is just great, I thought as I sat there fuming, I can't wait to hear what Hannah and Steven have to say about this one.

It turns out that after a few hours at the police station, they realized that I was telling the truth, and after I gave them all of the addresses that I had been to that day, they let me go.

Hannah and Steven were waiting for me when I got home.

"Oh my god, are you alright?"

"We saw you on the news and we went to the station, but they told us to wait for you here. Are you sure that you're alright?"

I waited for them to calm down some before I answered their questions, and then they insisted that I let them find me a new job. I sighed and agreed. It's impossible to win an argument with them anyway.

By the next morning, it was agreed that I would go to work with Hannah, who gave private violin lessons to a few people throughout the city. I was supposed to be looking for a job while I was with her. I guess they didn't feel safe letting me pick another job by myself, but it's not like I got hired by a drug dealer on purpose.

Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open,

Maybe we're bent and broken, broken

We were meant to live for so much more,

Have we lost ourselves?

Song Lyrics: "Meant to Live" by Switchfoot