That night, Russell was running towards a blue vehicle that was passing by the bus stop. Yes, it was the bus. "Wait! Wait!" He ran even faster. The wind blew through his hair as people around him began staring at Russell awkwardly.
The bus stopped and then Russell walked through the entrance and flattened a seat that was broken.
As it was turning to the road, a creak under Russell's bottom began to ring. The seat felt that it was falling off and soon, it collapsed. His cheeks began to turn red. He had never felt embarrassment for a long, long, too long, time.
At work, his boss, Mr. Cartedegan was handing out strips of paper to Russell. They all said: Meet me in my office at 5:00. Then there was: Meet me in my office at 1:30. It was strange to Russell and he raised an eyebrow towards Mr. Cartedegan. "It's just means if you want to go at five in the morning or at one-thirty in the morning. No afternoons. See you there tomorrow in one of the times that I have given to you".
"Why can't I choose one that's in the afternoon?" "Because, I'm busy. So shut up and get back to your business!"
He also handed Russell a form for him to sign. "The national form for all of the people who work here and are late!" Mr. Cartedegan said while grumbling furiously. "Give me $500 if I'm wrong!"
Russell grabbed his pen from his pen holder on his desk and began writing his signature and some personal details about him on the lines that were in front of him.
That night, Rebecca began mixing her spoon really fast on a bowl of soup. He then took it up and sipped it carefully. "The soup's gonna be hot ok Gina?" "Yes mum". "Wait-why is it hot mummy?" "Because it's winter and you need to get warm. Your teacher gave me a call that you are sick. Here let me do this". Rebecca placed her hand on Gina's forehead. "O-o-oh my. You seem to be getting worse".
Rebecca then walked to get some medicine. She poured it down on a spoon and plopped it in her mouth. Russell arrived home and he knocked on the door. "Come in!"
The busy man was walking into the room and saw that his little daughter had her hand on the bottom area of her stomach. He knew that she didn't feel well.
