Schlimazl's First

one

Warm rays of sunshine greeted me as I went out of my hive. My vision was getting blurry which was caused by the unexpected brightness of the surrounding.

"Aaaagh. Fuck." I muttered as I tried to adjust my worned-out eyes to the light. I feel like a vampire.

The only difference is I wasn't burning to death. And my face is nowhere near "vampire gorgeous". If I were a vampire,I should've been drop-dead-gorgeous like literally. But considering my looks, I would be undeniably called an anomally, an ordinary-looking fag among beautiful people-

Wait. I can already be called an anomally in my own weird way.

I grabbed the bike handle and rode on my bicycle on the way to the grocery store. The cold wind was hitting my face like I was his personal bitch. I had to stop and readjust my scarf so I can still continue on my journey. My journey to buy things I will use to survive if any more clients like bitchy-bitch woman come after my services.

How long has it been since I've stepped out of my unit? The fucking software I was working on kept me locked-up in my place for 2 months. The software wasn't the real problem, it was the bitchy client from whom I took this job, the bitchy-bitch woman I was talking about. That fucker wanted the product handed to her as soon as possible, so she got me working my ass off that stupid software. I'm gonna rip off her money when I hand these files to her,I swear.

Wonder what my job is? I am a programmer, a software programmer. And a lone one at that. I had no company that handled me, and that is the reason why I was earning more than what I was after quitting my job at my previous employer. I receive my projects online and deliver them to my customers personally, so I wouldn't get scammed by cyber thieves. Come on, just look at how I seriously worked at this project, then somebody's just going to take it away from me? Nuh-uh,not over my dead body.

Those two months was hell for me, I couldn't even get out of my chair for a bathroom break. And now that I think about it, I couldn't have survived if it wasn't for my sister.

The first time Azel, my sister older than me by four years, dropped by my place during that hellish time, she saw me completely soaked by my food with a half-empty cup of instant noodles in my hand snoring loudly while lying on the kitchen floor. She ended up cleaning the whole place, including my dirty dishes and doing my laundry.

When I woke up, I was already in my bedroom, free of the filth I have accumulated in weeks.The door opened and came in my sister holding pillows. She stared at me begrudgingly, with those shades of emerald shooting daggers at me. All of a sudden a pillow came flying to my face, I was caught off guard by the amount of force she had used to throw that pillow.

"That's what you deserve for moving out so early,you damn bastard." I ended up tearing up through that whole ordeal.

As I went inside the grocery store, I fished out my phone in my pocket and decided to call my sister. She picked up a few seconds later.

"What?" she answered me lifelessly
I let out a chuckle.
"So you just called me to laugh at my face, you jerkwad?"
"No, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" constantly chuckling with her remark "Do you really answer everyone with a dead-toned reply?"

"Almost everyone. Come on now get over with it, I'm in the grocery store, after this I'm heading to your place"

"Huh? What? I'm also at the grocery store" I returned the bottle of ketchup I was examining on the rack.

"Are you that stupid-looking guy with the stupid-looking red scarf?" she asked.

I was indeed wearing a red scarf, but I am not stupid-looking.