CHAPTER ELEVEN – The dinner

　　Madeline’s POV

　　Getting in and out of Mike’s house won’t be a problem at all. There was a giant oak tree just outside my window. The branches were huge and thick and one of them was close enough for me to grab. It was perfect. I wouldn't have to tell Mike where I was going if he didn’t even know that I left.

　　I didn’t pay much attention to my surroundings as I was walking toward the diner I saw on my way to Mike’s house. I didn’t care about this pack. I didn’t care about anything other than finding a job and getting the hell out of there.

　　I had to get a job so I could think about something else other than losing my mom. I needed a distraction and a job would be the best distraction possible.

　　I approached the diner, keeping my eyes on the door. I fixed my posture and opened the door.

　　I didn’t care about the design. I could tell that the diner was very modern, but I focused on the guy at the counter and nothing else.

　　He was around my age, maybe a year or two older. He was wip