It was a dark and misty morning it was dawn and the sun hasn't risen yet. Mrs. Robinson wasn't in the barn yet. It is about five-thirty therefore she is still fast asleep. I decided to leave earlier in case the Monroe's wouldn't hire me, which is what I assume will most likely happen ...
I decided that this morning was the morning! The morning that I, Frank, would do something I had never ought to do before! I was going to look for work! I didn't want to tell Mrs. Robinson since all I'm allowed to do is stay in this rusty old barn. I almost never go out, not even on my birthday! I do sneak out at times but is rarely since I am afraid of the guard dog sniffing me out, but there are some hours he is asleep or if I am careful enough does not hear me existing.
I have never met anyone besides her and nobody truly knows whether I exist or not, to be frank. They probably think I am a myth! Mrs. Robinson informed me that she had told the rest of the adoptees that I am clinically ill and that I must stay inside at all costs.
I put on my jacket which had the color of the sea and many holes similar to the ones in my life and walked up the small and shaky wooden staircase which lead to the barn loft, where there is a window. The window has many spiderwebs in its crooks and corners made by the eight-legged arachnid, which he made sure to leave traces in the barn of. However, the loft crawls with all kinds of insects especially when it's rainy outside! Beside the window stuck on the barn-wall, is an escape latter in case of a fire. I always tend to use it when I need to take a walk late at night and not get caught. When I go out for walks that is the only time I ever go out, I wish I could leave and never come back ...
Whenever it rains the barn tends to get wet, soggy and humid, and unbearable to be in. The wood is old and moldy and absorbs water quickly. It tends to get smelly and feel like a prison.
I put my raincoat on, some old tennis shoes, which barely fit me and a pretty smile. Hoping that no one would spread the word about the weird new kid in town who is looking for work... Who hopes to earn money as soon as possible! Who wouldn't hire a cute 16-year-old?
There was a farm approximately 15 minutes away, the Monroe's. They consist of this widower and his only daughter. I don't know too much of them other than what Mrs. Robinson has told me. I hope they are nice ...
2
After what had seemed like an eternity through the heavy wish-wash of water streaming from the dampened clouds, I finally reached the farm.
They had burned the crops for fresh planting in the springtime. I saw a distant house over the ashy and ill-smelling crops and ran toward it while mud clung onto my white and red Adidas, making my feet completely drenched and to shift around my shoes.
I stood there under the wooden and moldy roof filled with many webs by a friend of the arachnid in my barn. I stood now facing the front of the wooden and half-painted entrance door, while the heavy tears from the sky were inching closer to me from the holes in the roof. Their house was newly painted, the paint job wasn't impressive. I could do better than that half-ass paint job!
I knocked heavily on the door while covering my head with my makeshift rain-jacket which I used as a shield from the heavy rain.
Finally, the door opened, and a small peak was visible, it was quite dark and nearly impossible to see who was there, all I saw was a petite most likely feminine figure.
"Can I help you?" She asked with a clear accent which she was trying so desperately to hide causing her to sound like a wannabe city-girl.
I brought out my hand since I read that its etiquette to do so upon first meeting someone. I haven't met anyone besides Mrs. Robinson, so this experience was quite new and shocking to me.
"Hello, my name is Franklin Gerard Maxwell and I'm looking for a job! Do you or your family perhaps need an extra hand around the farm, miss?" I flashed her my billion-dollar smile and hoped for the best outcome from this unseen woman.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I hear a faint yet soundly dark voice that echoed around the room, perhaps that's her father?
"Who's that at the door, Bells?" He spoke with a similar accent which he exaggerated by pronouncing the words in such a way he marked that he was a southerner.
"Some boy looking for a job, daddy", I heard loud and profound footsteps coming closer from the staircase, I think.
"Now I don't know where this boy heard that we give off job's willy nilly, but that's a rumor son. We can hardly feed ourselves and here you come wanting work?" He asked standing behind his daughter trough the small crack.
"Please sir, I will do anything, any chore, just hire me! I desperately need the money sir!"
"Son, I got no work for you; I can hardly put food on the table for my Bella, and here you come begging for work! Who are you to begin with? I have never in my life seen you in this small town. Are you new in town or something?"
"No sir, I just hoped for an opportunity here"
"Well you can't come to the first door to your left and expect opportunities piling up in Infront of your face! I would know if that was the case-he laughed-, trust me, son! Now get back to your mamas, she must be worrying about you now since it is almost time for school"
Her father closed the door and there I stood speechless, not knowing what to do.
Disappointment, I felt stupid and naive to think that I would get work in such a town that only hires of their own. As I was walking down the hill which lead to their house, assuming that this is the proper way to get to their house and not to run over their crops I hear,
"Wait!"
I turned around not knowing what laid ahead, soon to find out; it was his Bells and she was stunning.
"You said you wanted work?"
I nodded in response with my mouth agape stunned by her beauty. Her long hazelnut hair, dark mysterious eyes, and the dress that fit every inch of her gorgeous body.
"I might have something for you, but the pay is horrible and its hard work!"
"Whatever it is, I will take it"
"Every morning someone must clean the horse shit, and I can't do it on my own. You up for the job?"
"Yes when?!"
"Great be here tomorrow by five am"
"How long does it take to do this job?"
"If your quick, maybe an hour?"
By 6 am Mrs. Robinson wakes up and then she walks up the hill which leads to the barn by seven. I can manage that, but I must run constantly and work quickly, even on bad days!
"See you tomorrow chief!", I bid goodbye while doing a military pose.