Hansel Fischer's Story

Hansel had been up for an hour or so doing small jobs here and there around the Nursing Home. He had to set up the dining room for breakfast before oldies started pouring in for food. He also had to make sure a room was prepared and available for a new resident they had moving in that day. He learnt early on that there were always jobs to be done around the Nursing Home. Now though he could sit down and enjoy his breakfast, after all it was the most important meal of the day.

"I swear to God, I'm going to kill that witch in room 32," Gretel, his little sister, moaned as she slumped into the seat next to him. "She practically locked me up as her slave the morning." Of course, with Hansel's sister around you couldn't really enjoy much, when she was being a grump and in a bad mood she liked to share it around.

"Myrtle, is really not that bad," Hansel replied easily. Myrtle always needed a bit more hands of help, and could be a bit needy, but Hansel had never had a problem with her. She was good to chat to, unlike some of the other residents she had her wits about her and rarely repeated any stories. "Besides, have you forgotten the reason we get to live here, is that we agreed to help out around the place." Since leaving high school, Hansel had taken on a more full-time role around the place. Though it wasn't a very demanding job, and left Hansel with a lot of relaxed downtime, which was well appreciated by him.

"Easy for you to say, you're the golden boy everyone loves. And, look I'm fine with helping out, but I draw the line and getting on my hands and knees to search for specks of dust under Myrtle's bed," Gretel said definitively, crossing her arms and resting back in her chair.

"I pity your new boss, when she tries to make you do anything," Hansel joked. "Speaking of your job, shouldn't you be leaving soon?"

Gretel's eyes went as wide as saucers as she eyed the clock on the wall across from them. "Great, Now Myrtle's made me late for my first day."

Hansel laughed as Gretel jumped out of her seat and rushed off. Yelling after her, "Be nice to the customers!" After Gretel left, Hansel was finally able to finish his breakfast in peace.

He finished his breakfast then had to do a few more jobs around the place such as cleaning up breakfast, and watering the plants around the place. After which he was free to enjoy the rest of his morning about town. He had a list of things he needed to pick up for the Nursing Home at the shops, that he shoved into his back pocket as he crossed the road into the main part of time. He didn't really have any solid plans, but he figured he'd find something to do. Maybe he's go to Ruby's cafe and check up on Gretel at work.

"Be nice to the customers!" Gretel's brother yelled after her as she raced off. She laughed. Family, they always knew you too well.

When Hansel finished high school, he was more than happy to just continue working at the Nursing Home they lived at. Gretel on the other hand couldn't imagine anything worse. Living at the Nursing Home, and doing small jobs here and their was fine, bearable. Anything more that that though and Gretel couldn't stand the thought of it. That's why she was somewhat excited about getting this job at Ruby's cafe. Which for Gretel is a big thing. She doesn't get excited for anything, birthdays? Christmas? High School graduation? They were all just another day for her. So for her being somewhat excited is amazing.

Of course thanks to Myrtle, one of the residents at the Nursing Home, who had Gretel cleaning her room all morning, Gretel was now late for her first day of work. She was basically running across the streets and cutting every corner she could think off to get to the cafe. Not caring who she ran past on the way, she just didn't want to lose her job before she'd even started.

"Gretel, are you here?" Ruby called out, right as Gretel showed up on the door step. What timing

"Yep," Gretel replied with a half-hearted grin and she desperately tried to regain her breathe. She just hoped her face hadn't gone red and blotchy like it used to in school sport class. It was a serious issue. The only thing that made it better was that it was genetic, so Hansel also got red and blotchy when he did any sort of physical activity.

"Sorry I'm a little late," Gretel said once she had caught her breathe, and she entered the cafe. Gretel looked around taking in the décor, she's eaten here before obviously, as there weren't all that may places to eat out in town. "So, whatcha got in store for me boss?"

Hansel headed to the store first. Pulling out his little shopping list, he lazily wandered up and down the aisles and until had most the stuff on his list, which he decided was close enough. Leaving the store, his arms now full of grocery bags he decided to head to the dinner and check up on Gretel at her first day of work. That is if Ruby hadn't decided to fire Gretel yet. Which Hansel knew was quite likely given Gretel's temperamental nature. She was bound to get grumpy with a customer eventually.

Walking past the store though, he looked in through the window and saw how busy the little diner was. Deciding it was probably best not to bother Gretel whilst it was so busy, he just gave her a little wave through the window. Though his smile turned a scowl when he saw she was currently taking an order from Flynn. Hansel personally didn't mind the guy, but didn't like the idea of Gretel being so cosy with a thief. He had been hoping this job would leave her with less time to hang out with Flynn, but it seemed the other way around.

Continuing past the diner, in a slightly worse mood than before, he decided he might as well just head back to the Nursing Home. Clearly Gretel didn't need him and his arms were starting to get a little sore from holding the bags of groceries. That was when he looked up and saw someone whizzing towards him on a bike. Of course he would have recognised that head of hair anywhere. "Slow down speed racer!" Hansel called out to Ariel as he flagged her down. "What are you running from?" He asked jokingly, referring to her very fast pace.