My Scary New World

Cashiers in Disguise

Warning: Super slow in the beginning. This is just a filler chapter.

Word count 2803

"Name."

She looked up from her desk which held my paperwork.

"Name." She arched her drawn on eyebrows when I didn't answer.

"Nova ." I sighed looking down.

She only hummed In Response. I watched as her hand scribbled something on the pieces of paper scattered around her desk.

My leg was bouncing impatiently. I'm shaking with the cold a/c that was blowing straight on my soaked clothes, and hair.

"Age." She said, pausing her rushed hand movements.

"18."

Nodding she wrote it down.

Sighing loudly she scrunched her eyebrows looking at her work.

I shifted in the hard plastic chair.

"Let me see if I got this right, Miss. Nova Mathews."

"You think your being watched, did I get that correct miss. Matthews ?"

I shook my head, and she raised her eyebrow with an amused look on her face. I was shaking with fear, from previous events.

"No I know I'm being followed. There's a difference between the two."

She hummed and wrote it down with a smirk on her face.

I scrunched up my eyebrows. Did she think I was lying?

Aren't police officers suppose to help you even if you seem crazy?

"And why do you think you were being followed miss. Matthews. Do you have any evidence supporting your claims."

I shook my head, But told her the events that happend prior.

5:00 pm. (A couple hours before)

"Nova!"

I barley heard mother Cath call from downstairs as I had my ear phones in.

"Mama Cath's calling you Nova!" Matt the youngest said from outside my bedroom.

"I heard." I said pulling the ear phones out and heading down the stairs, ruffleing Matt's hair as I passed by. He groaned in frustration.

I skipped down the steps and slid into the kitchen.

Mother Cath had on a apron, as she was stirring the ingredients of what ever master pieace she was making today.

I smelled and made a noise of appreciation. "What'cha make'n bacon?" I hopped onto the counter next to her.

"Food." She said simply, throwing it in the oven before I could see what it was.

I groaned "your killing me women!" I acted like I stabbed myself in the hart and played dead with my eyes closed.

She chuckled. "If your dead, looks like there's more for us. Bummer." She said sarcastically smirking... or at least I hope she was jokeing.

This glorious women who I have come to know as my wonderful mother... or foster mother can be handed a old shoe, sweaty gym socks, and a couple of sauces with vegetables and it will be the greatest thing your mouth would ever tast. I'm not even playing.

I opened my eyes and peaked at her "don't play with me women."

She chuckled, sighing. "If only I had a wonderful helper. Of whom can get the rest of the Ingredients to complete such a..." she sighed, shaking her head.