Bryson's POV
I keep looking for a job, sending out applications like it's my second job. Most places reject me outright, and the ones that don't have hours that completely clash with hockey and classes. It feels hopeless.
"Maybe just focus on school," Danny suggests one night while I'm staring at my laptop.
"I need the money."
"Richard's already paying your tuition though."
"That's exactly why I need my own money."
I'm close to giving up when my phone rings with an unknown number. For a second I think it might be Roy again, but the area code is local.
"Hello?"
"Is this Bryson Miller? This is Michael from Pages Bookshop. You applied for the part-time position?"
My heart jumps. "Yeah, that's me."
"Can you come in tomorrow around two? I'd like to talk about the
