Post by gemma emily simmons. on Mar 3, 2010 15:44:04 GMT -5
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TOUCH ANOTHER WATCH IT POP[/b][/color][/font]
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[/color] Gemma mumbled, swinging herself out of bed and crossing the room to her son who reached up to her, opening and closing his fists until she picked up him and rested him against her hip. `You know, some mornings, I would love to sleep for a little longer.’[/color] Gemma told the little boy, who couldn’t possibly understand what she meant. He gurgled happily to himself, running his little fingers through Gemma’s tousled hair. She was only dressed in an old shirt and some tracksuits, having been too tired after working overtime at the pub the night before. Her nights normally ended after midnight, but the two a.m finish had been pushing it for the stubborn single mother. It wasn’t exactly the easiest routine to pull off. As she put Harvey into his highchair, Gemma picked up her envelope of pay from the side and counted out the notes while the microwave warmed up some breakfast for her impatient son. He gurgled again and Gemma shushed him, sending a smile his way that didn’t quite fill her tired eyes. Or maybe it did, but the bags under her eyes stole a little of the smile back again. You couldn’t say that Gemma’s life was easy, at all. She worked two jobs at the moment, trying to find the money for bills and her growing son, as well as her mother’s medical needs. Gemma checked the time at this moment – coming up to half past seven in the morning. She would bath Harvey and dress him, putting him in his playpen while she put the washing on before her mother got up. Once her mother was sorted out, Gemma could start her own day. She had two dependants, while only being nineteen herself. Still, she wasn’t about to let herself mope. Nope.In this town, there were two different classes of people; those who worked hard and those who didn’t work at all. For the latter, life was easy. If they rolled into their house at two in the morning, it was fine because they could sleep in the following morning and then drink expensive coffee throughout the day in order to sustain themselves. However, if you part of the workforce, then life didn’t work that way. No one knew this better than Gemma Simmons, who stirred in her bed after only four and a half hours of sleep the night before. Harvey was already awake, holding onto the bars of his cot with one hand while the other chubby fist rubbed his eyes as he yawned and babbled to himself, waiting for his mummy to come and pick him up. `Give me a minute Harvey.’
The afternoon was Gemma’s favourite part of the day. Most days she wouldn’t have to work and her mother would be fine either seeing a friend or sitting at home and reading a book. This left Gemma to go out and spend some time with her son; normally she would take him to the park or to the shops, but he seemed sulkier than usual, pulling on Gemma’s hair when she was trying to tidy up and wailing whenever she left the room. It was pulling the poor girl to the end of her tether. Even when she sat down with him on the floor, helping him drive Thomas the Tank Engine around the floor, Harvey still didn’t seem himself. `Do you want to go out Harvey?’[/color] she asked him, flicking through to the jobs section of the paper and scanning the lists. Her son didn’t show any enthusiasm at the idea of going out, but then again, the word ‘park’ hadn’t been involved, which was one of the few words he would recognise. Gemma ran a hand through her hair, continuing the read the last few advertisements when one to the far left of the page caught her eye. It was at the local car garage. While Gemma couldn’t confess to being a genius with vehicles, she knew a little about them. When her mother had totalled the car the year before Gemma had tried to learn how to fix the car herself in order to save money – unfortunately the car had been beyond repair. The job was mainly secretarial too, so her lack of knowledge may not have been a problem. Gemma thought about it for a few minutes, bouncing Harvey on her knee gently. A secure, full time job – it was such a tempting prospect. It would be a better income than what she had now and also be during the day, enabling her mother to care for Harvey and Gemma to care from him in the mornings and evenings. It was always worth a shot. `Mum? Me and Harvey are heading out.’[/color] she called upstairs, where her mother was reading from the comfort of her own bedroom. The answering shout was affirmative, leaving Gemma to put Harvey into his buggy and put some shoes on her feet before heading out of the house. The street was deserted at this time; the decent residents were already at work and the rest were still asleep and hungover. If given the chance, Gemma would never have chosen this future for herself, obviously, but the main worry was the future that Harvey would have while they were stuck in this town. Gemma sighed quietly as she walked, watching her son as he gurgled in his buggy and tried grabbing things off of the pavement. `Harvey, behave.’[/color] she chastised her son, turning the corner into the garage and walking down through the door to the reception.
There didn’t seem to be anyone around, but in the background Gemma could hear the sound of machinery from what she assumed was the garage itself. `Hello?’[/color] she called, unbuckling Harvey from his buggy at the same time. He kept fidgeting and whining, probably because of the new place. `Hello?’[/color] Gemma called again, louder this time until she heard the machinery stop and an answering yell. Footsteps echoed quickly afterwards. Gemma bounced Harvey gently on her hip as he pulled at her hair, pouting a little; he was in an odd mood today. When someone appeared Gemma smiled, though the action was slightly forced as her stress levels were pretty high at the time. `As unconventional as I’m about to seem, I’m Gemma Simmons and I’m here about the job you advertised in the paper.’ she said in one breath, kind of nervous. Still, she was here, unannounced, with a baby and the last thing she had been expecting to confront in her current state was a rather attractive mechanic. You’re here for a job Gem, get a hold of yourself. she told herself sternly, before putting Harvey back into his buggy and letting him play with her keys. He liked things that made noise and Gemma had learnt to keep covers on all of the keys so they were safe for him to play with. `Sorry, I had to bring my son, he’s in...’[/color] Gemma sighed before continuing, `Well, he’s in a funny mood. I don’t mean to be unprofessional.’[/color] Gemma tried to excuse, but she knew how she had to look. Hopefully, they would manage to look past that here – after all, she was a good worker. Then again, for all she knew the job could have been filled already. That would suck.
TAG /; jacky jack
WORDS /; one two two four
IMAGES /;[/color] bruges @ caution
TEMPLATE /;[/color] me, which is why it sucks
LYRICS /;[/color] show me everything you've got - the rocket summer
OUTFIT /;[/color] here
COMMENTS /; okay, as promised there is a lot of ramble, and a lot of blurb in here. it's a bit of a waffle, in all honesty. however, it's a buttery waffle, which makes it nice. bit lengthy, but hopefully enough to kick start, which was why i lead it on a bit further at the end, to provide a base. (:[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
