Just Another One of Those Cinderella Stories...

Chapter 2:There's a Lot of Mr.Lots

Have you ever met someone, and they are struggling so hard just to breathe that YOU start struggling to breathe? That's how I felt with Mr.Lots.He was a short, fat, middle aged man with a splotchy face. The buttons on his suit were almost about to bust and his pants groaned everytime he moved. Leah walked me to the room and occasionally tried to make polite conversation. She asked me things like, what were my goals, how had school been, and things like that. I politely answered her and she would sometimes make a little joke. I had decided that Leah was an alright girl. I think she felt the same way about me too. Maybe we could even be friends someday. Friends...Bridget. She still hated me. I closed my eyes and fought back tears. We hadn,'t talked for days.

We finally arrived at Mr.Lots' office. As soon as we opened the door, the smell of various stale foods engulfed us. Mr.Lots was concentrating on a manilla folder and didn't look up until Leah cleared her throat. He looked up startled but quickly recovered.

"Oh Leah! Hello there. Still wearing that red wig, eh?" he said. Leah blushed a deep scarlet.

I glanced over at Leah. That was a wig? When she turned to look at me, I quickly pretended to be interested in my feet.

"Mr.Lots, this is Tori. Tori this is Mr.Lots." she said.

Mr.Points stuck his hand out over his desk for me to shake it, but I couldn't reach it over all, of the empty snack containers.

Realizing this Mr.Lots grunted. "No worries."

Before I knew it, Mr.Lots was wheeling himself over to me. Literally. He was so fat that he had to sit in a motor wheelchair. He had a whole bunch of stains on the lower half of his suit and chicken bones were falling out of his meaty lap. As he wheeled over to me, he licked leftover sauce and crumbs off of his fingers. Then, he stuck out his hand. I looked at it nervously and glanced at Leah. You see that she was trying not to show any emotion. I gingerly extended my hand and shook his. When I took it back, my hand was all greasy and nasty feeling.

"Pleasure to meet you." Mr.Lots said as he turned around. As he was turning, Leah handed me a mini bottle of hand sanitizer. I quickly used it and returned it with a mouthed 'Thank You'. She just nodded and smiled.

"Now, I need you to organize those papers over in the corner, refill my coffee cup, and then run out and pick me up a pizza." he said, getting comfy in his seat again.

I nodded and went to work on the papers. They appeared to be ordered chronologically, so I just fixed the ones that weren't in the right spot. After that, I went and got his coffee cup. After a bit of asking, I located the coffee machine and filled the cup to the brim. I went back to the office and set his coffee down.

"Okay. Where would you like your pizza from, and do you want a slice or a size?" I asked.

"Hmmm....Little Caesers...and I want a size." he said, stroking his triple chin. Bridget loved Little Ceasers...

"What size?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes. "What size do you think?"

"Small...?" I guessed uneasily.

"Large!" he yelled, causing me to jump. This guy had issues when it came to food.

I hurried out of the building and started towards the Little Caesers that Bridget and I used to go to.

I didn't hurry on the way there. I really wasn't in a rush to get back to Mr.Lots. After about 15 minutes, I arrived at Little Caesers. When I walked in. the smell of hot pizzas greeted me and I smiled. I closed my eyes, thankful to be out of the bleak office. When I opened them, my breath caught. Bridget was in front of the cash register. She had her hands on her hips and was skimming the menu. I walked up behind her quietly.