A New Start

Chapter 4: As The Last Petal Fell

Chapter Four: As The Last Petal Fell

    Rhys’s POV: *time skip*

It was wednesday morning, my first day of work.

“Cat? Where is my hairbrush?” I asked with a mouth full of waffle.

“It’s probably in the bathroom, where you left it last time.” She said finishing off her glass of orange juice.

“Yeah,” I paused. “But which drawer?” I said, take her plate and mine to the sink.

I have to admit, it’s not so bad living with my cousin. It’s kind of nice not having to be secluded, in my room.

“Probably the bottom one.” She answered, snapping me back into reality.

Rhys, you are an idiot. It’s official.

I checked the clock and realized I was going to be late.

“Gotta go! Bye!” I said loudly, grabbing my bad and dashing out the door.

Rhys you can’t be late for work on your very first day. The little voice in my head said.

I have to say, sometimes I think I’m crazy. But a little while back my parents had taken me to a doctor to see if I really was insane. And I’m not… Right now.

I hopped into my car and drove off. When I finally arrived at the store, which was a clothing outlet called Charming Angels, I clocked in and got right to work.

Okay. Not that hard. All I have to do is fold and hang the clothes, and help customers find what they want. Not that hard, Rhys. There is no way you can blow it.

That was a lie. I just happened to trip over my pink and black converse, and fell right onto a rack of rather lacy lingerie…

Fuck.

So if you can guess I got fired, but that wasn’t the only reason why. They have a ‘Three strikes and you’re out’ rule. Can you guess? I managed to exceed that limit when a rather large woman walked in and asked for my help finding the ‘Small’ jeans… So I directed her to the large/extra large… And then ran off… And took my break when I wasn’t supposed too… Yeah. Pretty bad day. The last words I heard from my manager were “Rhys Clements you are fired! Pack the non-existent paycheck up and get out!” And then I was banned from ever going to that store… Ever again…

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Rhys. How… HOW CAN YOU FAIL LIKE THAT???

So I texted Cat.

Rhys: Cat? I got fired… Any suggestions?

Cat: Look for a new damn job.