Isabelle, more commonly known as Billy (for being a tom-boy sort), sat in the passenger seat of her fathers car. "I don't understand why I have to start working already," she was complaining. "You know why. You're mom's gone and your brothers are still small, I need help," her father replied. At the mention of her mother, Billy got a bitter look on her face. When he said "gone," he didn't mean dead. He meant her mother left him for another man and didn't even fight him for joint custody. Not that Billy would've wanted to have to visit her mom. Why would she? Besides, she was almost eighteen and old enough to make her own decisions. Except on this case. Unbeknownst to her, her dad had sent in an application to the local supermarket in the small town they'd moved to after the divorce. They'd accepted her, she'd been forced into an interview, and now she was going to her first day of work. Her dad was right, he did need help, so she couldn't blame him for sending her off to work.