I screamed, pulled at my hair, and threw the letters on the floor.
Bills, bills, bills.
How was I meant to pay them?
Mable quit, I haven't been able to get any gigs, or a second job.
And now I just got a letter from mum in Spain to send her money.
When would it end?
I shivered. It was cold as winter drew near
I headed downstairs to turn the heating up.
Then I remembered. They turned off my electricity and water.
I sighed, and lit a fire the old fashioned way in the fire place.
I looked over the letters, squinting my eyes as I sat close to the fire.
One sentence stuck out like a sore thumb.
"YOU WILL LOSE YOUR HOUSE,"
Perhaps I could relax in the only place I found comfort.
The café Clive and I met at.
I pulled on a warm jacket, a scarf and other essential winter clothing as made my way down.
Despite having one more day left in my house, I couldn't stay there.
Too many memories.
And not good ones.
I sat in the café, and blew on my coke. Which was pointless, because it wasn't warm.
I sighed, and looked out the window.
A homeless man was asleep on the bench, snow dropping on the red raw face.
Perhaps I would be joining him soon.
I sighed again. Had I sprung a leak? All I seemed to be doing was sighing.
I squealed, and jumped.
The Professor sat down in front of me.
"Sorry to startled you," He said, smiling.
Even though he was my new found friend, I couldn't bring myself to smile back.
"No worries," I said.
"How are you?"
"Been better, you?"
"What's wrong?" The Professor leaned forward, looking me in the eye.
"I'm fine.." I stared at him.
"You neither look nor sound it," He frowned, "What seems to be the problem?"
I paused. Should I tell him? Perhaps he would let me stay at his house.
I shifted, and felt the letter rustle in my pocket.
I frowned slightly.
I didn't know if I should tell him or not.
I wasn't proud.
Just worried. Whatever he did for me, I couldn't pay him back. Not if he loaned me the money. It would be too much for me.
I looked out the window. The homeless man was snoring, his mouth opening and closing.
I didn't want to turn out like him.
I drew the letter out my pocket.
"This," I said shortly, not wanting to go into details.
He took the letter, and with a raised eyebrow read the paper.
He showed no emotion as his eyes skimmed down the page.
He looked up at me.
What was he going to say?
I waited for the worse.
But, his rection utterly surprised me.
"Would you like to stay with me?"
A/N: Hey all! How will Amy get her way out of this one? Don't worry. This won't be based around her. I have an AMAZING plot twist for later on. Actually…I have several.
But anyway, I have a cool idea for this story.
I am going to have 26 chapters, and each on will begin with the letter of the alphabet.
For example, this on is the first chapter, so it is called "Accommodations,"