Loving or Lying

A girl. Broken from the outside in. The world around her, confusing and large, yet suffocating and small.

A boy. With no meaning in life. And so close to giving up, due to one situation after another, always so disappointing to his eyes.

What will happen to these two broken people.
And can two halves make a whole?

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12. Chapter 12

*Simon's POV*

The time had finally come to go back. I couldn't stay away for ever and I had to confront them at some point. I wanted to live my own life and have a job and apartment of my own. I wanted to be free from the past and the ties that came with it. If I asked my foster parents they might give consent for me to leave. Actually, I had been missing for a while, so I doubted it. Considering how I treat them they were really kind. Especially compared to some of the other foster parents I've had. I walked in and tried to be as nice as possible.

"Hey." I said in a toneless voice. "What's for dinner, it smells...nice?" Ok I admit I was terrible at being nice but they noticed it when they both said at the same time. -

"Simon, what are you asking for?"

"I'm not asking anything!" I said trying to sound innocent. "Okay, I was wondering if I could move out, you know, get a job and a small apartment or something?"

"Absolutely not!" Shouted my foster mum for  my foster dad to say.

"Why not? He is old enough."

I sensed an argument so I snuck upstairs while I could and put my music on full volume, surprised that they didn't comment on my absence. While I was lying on my bed I was thinking. Nobody who I know, knows April. Surely I could just pack a bag and leave to her house. I wrote a list of what I would need and then packed it into a backpack. I was about to open the door to leave when it opened into my face and I quickly shoved the bag behind the door. 

"We have decided," my foster mum said in a slightly sad voice, "that you can if allowed by the court, you can leave home.

"The court?" I asked in a worried tone. "Why do we have to go to the court?"

"See he doesn't even even know the process, how can we let him live on his own?" My foster dad just stared at her so she gave up and said, "Fine," and left the room. I instantly went online and searched what needed to happen. I found that I needed to have a job, to be able to pay taxes and would need monthly checkups for a year.

I then searched online for jobs but there were non I could find for under 18's so I walked around asking shops if they needed anyone to work for them but nobody did. 

I was almost ready to give up when, opposite the bookshop April works in, I saw a small cafe by the name of 'et manducavit PRAEBIBO` (probaby Latin or something) and decided I would ask.

I walked in and there was music playing from an old mp3 player in the corner. For some reason, from the second I walked in, I felt relaxed. For the first time in ages.

The woman behind the counter said to me. "Hey, do you want to take a seat and when you know what you want just give us a shout."

"Actually, I was wondering if you had any work?"

"Can you make coffee?" She asked me and I told her I could. I mean I've made it at home and it can't be that different can it.

After making multiple different coffees that I never knew existed she asked me how much I wanted in wages. I didn't have a clue so I just queried. "Five dollars?"

"Who do you think I am." She said sounding offended. "A slave master, come back next Saturday at ten. As I exited I considered where to go and headed to April's.

"April, I got a job at the cafe opposite your work!"

 

 

 

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