Chipped

Chapter 2

(10 years later)
-Luscia-

I nervously chewed on my nails and my chewing gum. I was pretty sure that I was as screwed as a screw driver. Dammit, it had to happen now; right now, in the middle of the morning hour

I blew a bubble that bursted with a POP sound.
Bloom shot me an angry scowl with a demanding look - as if questioning what the heck I was doing.

One lousy customer and there lay my job hanging from a string thinner than G-strings. Well....whatever.

One lousy customer who pulls at your skirt and when you slap him, he pouts like a crybaby( his fucking face actually was an insult to that awesome Melanie Martinez song) accusing me of assault.
Way to go L.C( lousy customer )!!!

I burst another bubble mindlessly wandering in the pitch dark alleys where my future lay. This job goes and my allowance goes down the gutter. Dad can't pursue much of the expenses my higher studies incurred. He would deny it when I asked him but I knew it from the estranged look on his face.

Our financial woes were evergreen.
Just like the moronic pine trees that stood in the backyard of our house.

I was woken up from my AWOL trance when I saw or rather felt Bloom shaking me like a milkshake.

" Go idiot. Go!! He's calling you", she whisper yelled at me through her gritted and braced teeth.

I blinked a few times at her and then realized the fact. I shambled aimlessly to the office meanwhile carefully matting my distraught wavy hair on the way.

"Sit down." - Potatohead said. Well he was christened as the bright Mr. Beethoven Higgins at birth; but who cared about fuckin' Higgins when there was as luminous and round a head as a potato resting on his shoulder. Potatohead suited him far better. Hell, even his cubicle looked like a 'puh-tah-toh'. Duh.

I mumbled a thanks and Sat down while nervously sacrificing my nails to Satan.
Take my nails and just save my friggin' job!!!
I had chewed on them so much that now my fingertips were bright red and sore.

"NOW I hear you've assaulted a customer. I hope you are well aware that this is a coffee shop and not a kickboxing arena."

Firstly I hadn't kicked or boxed L.C.
Though I had wished so much to do that, that my head now hurts from the wish.

"Sir, he pulled at my skirt He assaulted me first." , I almost shrieked at the potato.
Aka, the head.

Potatohead sank in an ocean of deep thoughts . I could see him sinking and sinkinng like Titanic until I let out a lil' polite cough.

"Sir?"

Beethoven shook out of his trance, cleared his voice and said, " Well, I had verified the story from other workers earlier. So I've decided that I'd let you pass this time...but with a cut. Your salary will be decreased by 20% for the next 2 months."

I sighed and groaned at the same time. Clearly Satan was half satisfied with my paltry sacrifice and half saved me.
Maybe if I'd slit my wrists and made him a delicious pie of my blood, He might have had saved my whole ass instead of only one half.

You never know what others want.

I sighed and stood up...nodding my head and muttering a mumbo-jumbo-ed string of thanks.

New story books - R.I.P

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Hiii!!!! Yeah, stupid author's note. Second chapter, first book- Thoughts and comments please?
Puh-leeeeaseee ?? XD