Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the last chapters, even though they were just introductions. I will probably write the rest in Lou's POV... what do you think? Leave a review below! Enjoy! ~HappyGal05

Chapter 3 Part 1 - At the Job Centre (Louisa's POV)

This morning I convinced myself to go to the job centre and find myself a job. I had to keep my mind off anything that concerned the dreaded name Will Traynor. I wore a pair of indigo jeans and a grey hoodie, something that I don't usually approve of wearing. "Just smile," I told myself. I ate a slice of buttered toast and headed off. I'm going to find myself a job, and I'm sure of it.

I arrived there 20 minutes later. Syed, the person who tells me about the jobs available, was busy trying to help a middle aged woman. I gazed round the job centre and eventually got bored. I picked up a fashion magazine and flicked through it impatiently. After what seemed like a half a century, I was called over to Syed's desk.

"Wasn't long ago since we met... what happened? They told you to leave? Or vice versa?" asked Syed. I didn't feel like repeating the story for the enth time so I just shrugged and muttered, "long story". I showed him Mrs Traynor's reference letter and he let out an amused sound.

"What?" I heard myself say.

"So," said Syed, "Let me get this straight. You were successful with the job you had, and you left... am I correct? "

"I don't feel like reciting it from the beginning, ok?! Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to find a job that consists of working and taking care of people."

Syed raised an eyebrow with my straightforward reply. "Ok," he said, as he scanned the computer screen. "Ah yes, there's a woman who wants a babysitter for her son... very good pay, please note. She's looking for a person who will also be able to do some light cleaning... I think it might be good for you, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it's suitable for me."

"I'll tell her that you will meet her on the..." He glanced at me for an answer.

"Anytime soon, nothing planned for me, as far as I know," I replied.

After the consultation, I headed back home. I think I might have the job, thank the heavens. I sighed, which might have been because of relief or because of slight stress.

So this is my attempt of living. Living well. Having an ordinary job, leading an ordinary life.

Chapter 3 Part 2 - The Meeting (Louisa's POV)

The next week, I was to visit the Odair-Cresta household. It was a few blocks away from Granta House, as stated on Syed's computer. I freshened up, ate a a berry yoghurt and drank a cup of tea, and set off.

I took the bus and stopped at the Granta house, and memories flooded into my brain. I was going to enter, make my way to the annexe, talk to Will, ignore his sarcasm... no, no, no. Not today.

I walked towards the house named "The Seashell". This is it, I thought. I rang the doorbell and waited. A few seconds later, a red haired woman opened the door. She was holding a baby, who I thought would be the reason of my job.

"Ah, yes, you must be..."

"Louisa Clark. It's a pleasure."

"Yes, yes, Louisa Clark! We've been expecting you. Come in, come in."

I stepped in, observing the house. Bright marine colours welcomed me, from the lightest arctic blue to the deepest turquoise: I felt as if I were engulfed in a sea of colours. The living room was furnished with pine furniture, a navy sofa and a television. The kitchen was smaller, but had the same feeling of welcome to it. On the side there were two bedrooms on either side of the living room. It was a very cosy house, but also very comfortable.

"Have a seat, dear," said Mrs Cresta.

"Thank you Mrs Cresta," I replied, trying to keep up my act of courtesy.

"You can call me Annie. So, what experiences do you have with babysitting?"

"I help my sister with her five-year-old son, Thomas. I play with him and do other sorts of things with him. I also have experience with care giving... I took care of... of a quadriplegic..." I suddenly felt choked.

"Why should I hire you?"

I had been asked this before, yet I still wasn't sure on what to say.

"Um, well, I feel very outgoing with children and always took pride in taking care of others... I think I might be a close-to-perfect match for this job." I smiled, trying to give a good impression of myself.

"We'll have to see you in action tomorrow then, but most probably, you're hired," said Annie. She looked over to her baby and told me, "His name is Dylan, he's turning one next June" and added, "looks just like his papa," in a cooing voice. When she said those last words, her voice broke.

Annie walked me through her timetable and told me any thing I needed to know. "You can start tomorrow, from nine till four."

She walked me out of the house and I set back home. I had a job. And a very good one too.

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