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Prologue:
The wind whipped around the tables and knocked a few napkins off as a petit girl in a large cloak walked into the almost deserted diner. She sat down at a table in the far corner, arms wrapped around herself crying.
"Miss, can I help you? Do you need anything?" A young woman of about 25 asked the girl as she set down a cup of a coffee. "Drink this, you look cold." The waitress barely heard the mumbled 'thank you' as the girl wrapped her hands around the cup. The waitress wondered how old the girl could have been, and determined that if she was over 17 than she would very surprised. "I'll be back in a minute dear, try and warm up. My name is Samantha, but if you need anything just yell out Sam and I'll be here in a jiff."
The girl nodded and sighed. She sipped at the bitter coffee, enjoying the taste and warmth. After a few sips and some deep breaths the girl removed her hood. Sam watched from the counter to see the girl remove the hood and reveal long black hair. "Black?" Sam whispered. The girl was far too pale to have black hair, plus the girl had a face full of freckles. For some reason Sam expected to see red hair, maybe brown, but definitely not black. "I really hope she isn't one of those goth punks and trying to rip me off."
"Hey Sam, I'm leaving for the night, I have to finish some homework," A voice yelled from the kitchens before a boy of 18 emerged. He looked at Sam and then at the girl in the booth and then back at Sam. "Be careful okay?"
"I will, but I get this feeling that she isn't dangerous. She is just afraid and running from something is my guess." Sam was lost in thought in moment before she snapped back to reality. "Oh, yeah, go study. You need to keep those grades up so that scholarship will stick. My baby brother is going to college. 'Night Jake" Jake nodded and walked out the door after giving one last look to the girl in the corner booth.
"Sam?" the timid voice from the corner of the room came. Sam immediately made her way to the booth. "I umm, I don't have any money, but… I was wondering if I did some chores around here… and if I-"
"Sounds good to me. How about, I'll make you whatever you want if you wipe down your table afterwards?" Sam interrupted the girl. Now she was sure that this girl wasn't going to cause problems. And the closer look the got the more she realized the girl looked like she hadn't eaten in days.
"I'll just have a cheeseburger, if that's okay. And I'll do more than clean just my table. I'll do dishes, wash the floors, whatever you need," the girl was pleading with her to be able to do something more to pay for her meal.
"Are you staying around here?"
"I don't know." The girl looked down at her coffee. "I really don't have any place to go and you are the first nice person I've met so I might as well. The streets look pretty safe so I don't think I'll have a problem sleeping at night-"
"Okay, well you are now hired. You are going to work from 12-10 everyday as whatever is needed and you are going to stay up in the apartment upstairs. It's been vacant for a while. Now what's your name?"
The young girl looked up and smiled finally.
"Ginny Wesley"