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"THE MANOBAN'S HOUSE"
(6:40)
Lisa stood in front of the sink in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes she had earlier washed.
Prrrahh!!
She heard from their tiny living room, but she ignored it as she continued what she was doing. She wasn't ready to be late to her part time jobs today. She has six part time jobs actually.
"What do you think you're doing eating food in this house! After becoming jobless and ruining me along with your unfortunate self, you think you still have a right to dine in this house!!!". Her Mom Lydia yelled drunkenly from the living room. It was so early in the morning but she was already drunk.
She actually pushed her husband Tae who was using clutches, to the floor and that was what caused the noise Lisa heard in the kitchen.
"What's your problem Lydia!! It's my daughter who made the meal with her own money. Why are you so pained about it!!". Mr Tae yelled trying to stand on his feet, but his wife kicked him back to the floor and he fell again, groaning in pain.
"Who gave you the damn right to speak to me in that tone motherf**r!! You should be glad you're not dead yet even after going through so much misfortune!!". Lydia yelled giving him a sharp kick on the head and Take groaned more.
Lisa continued with her business and when she was done with the cleaning, she grabbed her black cap she kept by her side and placed it on her head then she left for the living room.
She was putting on a white tube (as an inner wear). The elastic bond by the hem of the tube was tagged with the brand CELINE, her favorite fashion brand. She topped it with a huge black jacket and a baggy Celine trouser with black and white sneakers.
When she got there her parents had already calmed down. Her Mum was sitting on the couch smoking devilishly as she released the smokes through her nose, while her Dad was still on the floor slightly bleeding from his head as a result of his wife's kick.
Lisa picked up her wallet bag from the couch, placed it around her head, and also helped her father up took him to her room gave him a clean cloth to tend to his wound and locked him inside, before picking up her skateboard which she hanged by their crappy door and made to leave for work.
That was the measure she took everyday to prevent her Mom from killing him before she got back from her job.
"You're leaving for your crappy jobs again?". Her mom muttered another cigarette when Lisa made to walk out the main door with her ride on her left hand.
"The crappy jobs feed you". Lisa replied as she made to leave.
"Don't tell me you still plan on going to that school?". Lydia grinned standing up and Lisa faced her.
"So what?". Lisa asked.
"Honey, I might not be a good mom to you but I won't lie to you, that school is really far-fetched and you won't be able to meet up with the expenses. Just focus on taking good care of us and paying off your father's debt. You can't waste your life fantasizing about a school that can fund the whole of Australia. Our lives are already ruined. There's no two ways about it". Her mum grinned tapping her on the shoulder.
Lisa shrugged her hand from her shoulder, glaring deeply at her.
"Yours and Dad's life might have been ruined but not mine!". She snapped meanly before leaving the house as she rode on her skate, and her mum just glared at her back side.
"Tae!!". Her mum yelled walking towards Lisa's room as she began violently banging on the door.
"You think you can hide behind your daughter forever, Come out here if you have a little bit of manliness in you!!". Lydia yelled, banging the door with her whole strength.
"Tae!!". She yelled again adding more efforts but all to no avail.
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Lisa had skated thirty miles down the block, when she began hearing faint footsteps behind her.
She turned to see who it was but the person hid. She smirked when she suspected who it might be and continued walking.
Suddenly the person made to attack her with a knife from behind, but she swiftly turned and caught his hand midway bending his wrist tightly and he groaned.
"What's with you and attacking from the shadows?". Lisa smirked, twisting the wrist of the huge chubby dude before her more tightly.
"Let go of me you b**ch!!!". Blake groaned and Lisa let go of his wrist, he tried to attack her again but she gave him a quick kick which made him stagger backwards.
"We'll talk about your money when I get back I'm late for work". She muttered and made to leave.
"If i don't get my full cash tonight, then you can say goodbye to your lovely Tatiana". Blake smirked and Lisa gave him a deadly glare.
"If there's anything I don't joke with in this world it's Tatiana. So try any shit with her and i will show you the stuff I'm made of". Lisa glared and with that she got on her skateboard and off she went.
"How dare that little thing threaten me!". Blake scoffed in rage as he glared at her, while she skated away.
"LARRY'S KITCHEN"
Lisa slowly stopped her skateboard right in front of the restaurant. It was her first part time job for the day actually. She hid the skateboard secretly behind a huge garden flower pot, and then she sneaked her way in going directly to the Staffs locker room.
It wasn't a huge restaurant but it wasn't small either. It was made to fit the tastes of middle class people. But the rich? Hmm not so much.
She took off her huge jacket leaving her in only her white armless tube, before quickly putting on a nice apron, she switched her cap with the restaurant's own which was red in color, and after locking all her stuff in her locker, she sneaked her way into the kitchen.
She was late and she knew that. Her boss Mr Larry isn't the type that tolerates consistent lateness and slackishness, and among all his five workers she was the one who gave him more to complain about.
She knew he wouldn't dare fire her even if she came during their closing hours, because she had successfully won the hearts of most of his trusted customers and he wasn't ready to lose them.
"Where have you been Lisa? Larry asked of you and I had to tell him you were busy answering to the deliveries". Her only friend Jack spoke when she walked in.
Jake is a twenty year old orphan who lives and feeds on his own. He has been friends With Lisa for a year now. They became close when Lisa saved him from some gangsters who ambushed him in the dark alley.
"Something came up that's why". She muttered packing some orders into trays as she went to serve the customers.
"Some workers are just hopelessly picky!". Lisa snapped walking into the kitchen as she arranged the new section of orders in their respective trays. While Jake just chuckled, he was actually doing the dishes.
"When did you arrive Lisa?". Mia, their co-worker asked as her gaze ransacked her suspiciously. Isla and Zoey stood behind her glaring deeply at Lisa who left what she was doing, and prepared for a fight.
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