Post by Knight on Sept 21, 2012 21:02:47 GMT -5
Things had been good before. Before her father had run off and left them and everything had fallen apart. Her mother had been a stay at home mother, so when the time came for her to get a job, the best that she could find was waitressing. And trying to pay for three daughters on that salary? Wasn't exactly the easiest thing. Amara had grown up making sacrifices for her two little sisters. She had been six when her father left, and Lane two. She was the only one of her sisters who remembered him. Her mother had dated women after him, but none of them had stayed long. Who wanted a woman with three hungry children who called him 'daddy?'
Suffice it to say that things had never gone easily for the Morozovs, who still retained their father's last name. Each sister had dealt with it in their own ways. Lane's boyfriends bought her stuff and that was that. If they dated her, they had to be willing to shower with gifts and that was how she stayed at least somewhat fashionable with the amount of money that they had. Guys bought her clothes they wanted to see her in. Ariana studied and dreamed big. One day, she would get out of here and be a psychologist. She would make enough money that none of her family would ever go hungry again.
And then there was Amara. She had lost count of how many times she and her mother had gone hungry to make sure that Ariana and Lane had food. Amara worked. She had spent little time on her studies and instead as much time as possible on her job. The timid woman was a year out of high school now, working full time along with her mother to make sure that Ariana and Lane had the best chances. She wasn't sure if she'd ever go to college and honestly she rather doubted it. She'd be happy if her sisters got out of this life, honestly. That was all that she cared about.
Her mornings started early. There was no complaining as she dragged herself out of bed and grabbed clothes. Most of them were hand me downs that might have been fashionable at some point in time, but by now were just clothes. Her sneakers were well worn and scuffed and a little too small for her feet, but Amara was far too used to that as she made her way out the door. She would walk to her job and then they'd place her behind the Starbucks counter and Amara would take orders, fighting down the shyness as she prepared drinks for her customers.
It was on her lunch break that Amara finally escaped from the chaos behind her counter, leaving her coworkers in charge of that as she settled down daintily at one of the tables. They were normally reserved for customers, but no one had told Amara that she wasn't allowed to sit there, so she did. And she would normally open up a book to distract herself from how hungry she was and try to forget the world for a little while.
Which was what she was doing right then. Her lunch break had just began and Amara read, leaving this world behind for the more beautiful one beneath the sea. She read classic literature, books that most people shunned, that her coworkers called boring. Mostly because just for a little while, she wanted to pretend that she lived somewhere (anywhere) but here. She had always been the imaginative one. And to be chained down in a place like this was almost painful. These books were her only respite.
Suffice it to say that things had never gone easily for the Morozovs, who still retained their father's last name. Each sister had dealt with it in their own ways. Lane's boyfriends bought her stuff and that was that. If they dated her, they had to be willing to shower with gifts and that was how she stayed at least somewhat fashionable with the amount of money that they had. Guys bought her clothes they wanted to see her in. Ariana studied and dreamed big. One day, she would get out of here and be a psychologist. She would make enough money that none of her family would ever go hungry again.
And then there was Amara. She had lost count of how many times she and her mother had gone hungry to make sure that Ariana and Lane had food. Amara worked. She had spent little time on her studies and instead as much time as possible on her job. The timid woman was a year out of high school now, working full time along with her mother to make sure that Ariana and Lane had the best chances. She wasn't sure if she'd ever go to college and honestly she rather doubted it. She'd be happy if her sisters got out of this life, honestly. That was all that she cared about.
Her mornings started early. There was no complaining as she dragged herself out of bed and grabbed clothes. Most of them were hand me downs that might have been fashionable at some point in time, but by now were just clothes. Her sneakers were well worn and scuffed and a little too small for her feet, but Amara was far too used to that as she made her way out the door. She would walk to her job and then they'd place her behind the Starbucks counter and Amara would take orders, fighting down the shyness as she prepared drinks for her customers.
It was on her lunch break that Amara finally escaped from the chaos behind her counter, leaving her coworkers in charge of that as she settled down daintily at one of the tables. They were normally reserved for customers, but no one had told Amara that she wasn't allowed to sit there, so she did. And she would normally open up a book to distract herself from how hungry she was and try to forget the world for a little while.
Which was what she was doing right then. Her lunch break had just began and Amara read, leaving this world behind for the more beautiful one beneath the sea. She read classic literature, books that most people shunned, that her coworkers called boring. Mostly because just for a little while, she wanted to pretend that she lived somewhere (anywhere) but here. She had always been the imaginative one. And to be chained down in a place like this was almost painful. These books were her only respite.