Surviving my Scholarship

Pink Gin

                 "I've got her," inserted Jon when the door closed on that dreaded room. I glanced up at him quickly before leaning on him for support. "Let's go get some lunch, sweetheart."

                "I...." I started as Jon placed a finger to my lips. Why are you interrupting me while I still have control of my thoughts? I mean seriously Jon. I might lose it any second and you dare to stop my process. I glared up at him and he smirked at me with a little grunt. He gestured to look behind him with his eyes.

                There he was. One of those overly bulky guards trailing behind us. He was close enough to overhear everything. I'm sure he just was dying to take that precious slipper back to his owner for a big delicious bone. Good doggie. Be annoying and trail behind us.

              "Hey lion, how about helping carry the mouse," I yelled out to him and he jumped. Did you think you were invisible? Come on. You were a few feet behind us. You didn't even bother jumping into doorways or behind curtains like a stealthy ninja.

               He lumbered forward and scooped up my other arm. He looked at me in pity before helping me get down the stairs. If you feel bad, perhaps you shouldn't do it. I might as well milk this then. I whimpered as we took a step and the man pulled away from me.

              "Did...... did I hurt you," he stuttered with his hands out unsure of where to touch me as if I was made of paper. Alright, I was wrong with the lion title. Maybe he is more a panda bear. I looked up at him and gave my best sad pity me face. You could tell it got to him. He grumbled to himself, "didn't sign up to hurt children." He scooped me up into a bridal style carry. Jon went to protest but stopped and followed next to me. "Where are we going?"

                I glanced up at the man and felt bad. He probably wasn't going to last long in this profession if he had morals. I mean aren't you supposed to be able to just slaughter mass amounts of people without even thinking about it. Come to think of it, I had never heard of anyone murdering groups of people. Usually, they assassinate specific people without any witnesses. They aimed to be a name people only whispered for fear of them appearing and things of children's nightmares when they had done wrong.

               "The kitchen," Jon grumbled as I ranted in my head. The man trudged along as if I weighed nothing. He set me down right outside the kitchen and Jon helped me into it while the man stood in the doorway.

                "Plutonian," questioned the chef as she stood up from her stool at the kitchen island. She wore a jumpsuit in a dark green color with a cute floral apron wrapped around it. This was the first time I had seen her sitting. "Jon, what is going on?"

                "She's hungry," Jon shrugged as he sat down across from me. "So am I."

                "Are you hungry, Panda Bear," I turned behind him and he furrowed his brows at me. "Want some bamboo? Do we have bamboo?"

                "I thought I was a lion," he teased in his deep growl of a voice. At least that fit the stereotype of a scary big man.

                "Nope," I shook my head. "He's a lion."

                I pointed to the dishwasher who dropped the dish into the sink and turned to glare at me. I was giving away his secret. Opps. The man in the doorway burst out laughing. He actually held his stomach as he did. It made me chuckle to see him break out of his bad boy form. The dishwasher threw bubbles at me as a blush formed on his face and turned back to the dish he had dropped into the sink.