A Girl Named Celina

It's late afternoon, and you've just finished cleaning up your apartment. Everything is clean and nice. You're not used to this, typically, everything is thrown around everywhere, trash, dirty clothes. You're such a slob. But you figure, for now, it should be clean. You can't have this kind of mess everywhere, what with your guest coming over.

You had recently agreed to do a favor for your sister. She works with a center that helps out the homeless through whatever ways possible. Two days ago, she came over to visit, and over lunch she had a proposition for you. She had recently been given partial custody of a girl who apparently had no family whatsoever, and no place to stay in. She had wandered into the office a couple days earlier, crying about how she had no place to go. So she considered you first. You were relatively trustworthy, and had a large apartment with plenty of unused space.

To top it off, she offered to pay you a small amount of cash, not as much as a decent job, but enough to let you keep the apartment. Having no roommate, and being recently unemployed, you decided to accept. The deal was that you'd be giving this girl food, shelter, and company, and receiving around $60 a day just for keeping her around, and if you wanted, they could also give you all the money you needed for supplies.

"If the first couple days don't work out, we can find some other arrangement for her", your sister had said before taking another large bite from her burger. But no, you figured as long as she's not a pain in the ass you could keep her around for as long as possible.

And so, here you were, staring down at your apartment in a state of cleanliness it hadn't seen since you moved in, and waiting for her to arrive. You flipped on the television and started watching some mid-day sitcom reruns. Fun.