"Grace, come on! We're going to be late."
I gather up my books and things, throwing them into my book bag, and slinging it over my shoulder.
16 weeks ago, I left my job at the club. Saying goodbye to the girls was hard, but I couldn't face seeing Paul all of the time. I decided to be a nanny and go back to school, luckily the nursing program was very accommodative and offered night classes.
The down side was,, the pay wasn't nearly as good, but I had managed to build up some savings, enough to give myself a few solid months of security.
"Grace!" I yelled up the stairs, irritated at the fact that Grace was always running on her own time. I was nearly at my wits end with this girl.
"I'm coming! I can't find my stupid Chem book!"
Great. Another misplaced text book. I mosey my way back
