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,"

I sighed.

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.

LATER ON
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.

"Hello?"

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.

I gulped.

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,"

See?

See?

No…

Oh well…