Sheath, Part 5

Yukino Pichelli awakes

  I woke up at one in the morning.  Nothing new there.  At first I was happy, I mean, I was still alive, but then I remembered the night before.  Then I became a grump, I mean... stick figures?

  Slowly I stumbled to the kitchen for cereal (so healthy, I know) then I went into the hallway to get my newspaper.   I think I might be the only person in the world to still buy papers, but since I can't afford cable it's my only way of knowing what's going on.  Once I had it, I turned around to go inside and almost immediately wished I hadn't.   There it was, the eviction notice.   I didn't own the apartment, I had two weeks to get the money, and I had no money.   I know you're wondering about the money from the auction, but I wouldn't get that money for at least a month.

  "@#$%!" I swore, and I didn't care who heard!  I stomped back in and screamed!  "ARGHH!!! Why Why WHY?! Why don't these buttholes want me to live! RGHHH!!!"   BANG!!! BANG!!! That was my neighbors' way of telling me to shut up.  "Stuff it!" I yelled back.  Then I sank into the couch... that also wasn't mine.  I just sat there... moping. I had plans for that day... and I didn't want to do anything.

  Then I had an idea, a bad one, but it was something.  I picked up the phone, and called my mom.  Worst plan ever.

  "Hey mom."

"Hello sweety.  I'm so sorry about last night. "

"Not your fault Mom."

"It's just awful, and after you worked so hard."

"Yes Mom, but I have..."

"And you didn't even make enough money to live."

"MOM!"

"Yes?"

"I have a problem, I don't have enough money to pay rent."

"Oh... so that's what this about?"

"No, I'm not..."

"You're asking for money?!"

"No..."

"Well you dug yourself into this hole, so you have to get out! Goodbye!"

  Any hope I had was gone now.   I was going to live in a dumpster.   Matt was out of the question.   He was struggling too, and his apartment was small for one person, let alone two.   So I was going to die, basically.  I didn't know what to do.  I barely even knew what was happening.  I sat back down on the couch, kinda sad, kinda angry.

  Then I got off my butt, and looked at the help wanted ads.  Wal-Mart was hiring. I was really considering it, when my phone rang, I answered it.

  "Hello Yukino!"

"Dad?"

"The one and only."

"Is something wrong?"

"Your Mother told me about your problem."

"I don't want money, really."

"I know, your Mom..."

"Has a temper?"

"Just a bit."

"So why is you're calling?"

"Well... a art gallery I look at is hiring"

"Really? You look at galleries?"

"Yeah, I've told you this before."

"You did?"

"You said galleries were for junk sculpture loving hipsters."

"Oh yeah!"

"Well this one is hiring, and I even set you up a interview!"

"Really?"

"Yes."   He gave me a time, and a address.

"Thanks Dad."

"Anytime, let me go talk to your Mom."

"Bye."

"Bye."  I went through the rest of the day pretty happy, then I went to bed the same way.