Zero-hours Contract Agency : Heart Escapade Project

Chapter 9 : Xin and The Forgotten Journal

No mission. No duty. No job. No work. No wasting of Joule or Newton. No task. No responsibility. For a week! I was very grateful and I couldn't express it. I didn't want to see that weird, bipolar man, both the boss and his agent buddy. Somehow, I wonder. What was his name?  I cleared my mind and focused on my Now, I was currently doing my thing.

My brain was fluttering and traveling to who-knows-where. I left the lost-and-found room trembling. I was anxious enough to shiver and sigh for the nth time.

I brought myself again in this corner. I was looking beyond the wall whose eyes' were staring at me. If I just can ask them where did I left my bag from last few days when I left it and hurriedly went to the agency (which I just realized when I came to school) and who fetch it.

Where the hell, where the hell, where the hell?

"Looking for this?—," my head automatically turned towards to the voice's source. Now he was wearing a brunet-orange shades on his hair. Or was he the red hair guy or the black? I ignored that thought on this second. My eyes and I jumped in delight, whom feasted and savored the journal by just staring at it. He wagged my journal like a victory flag. I didn't let him to finish his statement. I ran towards him and tried to steal the journal. He extended his arms upward so I couldn't reach it. His plan was a huge success, really.

I was afraid that this sort of nuisance was happening to me because the god of height didn't showered me some blessings of him.

I grumpily jumped and jumped and jumped and hopped then leaped then—

"I gave up!" I was about to plan about saying this in desparate tone and glare at him afterwards.

"—Miss Lavine." when he finished his whole sentence. He grinned ear-to-ear (which was rare) like Chesire Cat.

My jaw fell on the ground and my stomach turned out like I lost my appetite in seeing a poop on a plate. Did I misheard something? I might totally. I let my brain work for this situation. I dragged him into the room again like the past days. I just noticed that this was a weird room with a weird door. A door without a lock, handle or hole but with a two metal things. Each for east end and west end of the door. I slammed the peculiar door. My eyes automatically darted to him.

For Pete's sake! He just leaned on the wall and sat on the floor. He was already sleeping! Who the hell sleeps that fast?!

I grabbed both of his shoulders and shoke it like a maracas. I found it fancy but still no shown signs of him that was being annoyed. Even a glimpse of irritation or movement. On the darker contrast, I was the one that was annoyed. I tried to look on the positive, brighter side.

Great! I thought, this is my chance to snatch back my journal. I won't call it "snatch" because it is mine on the first place. I frowned over in that thought.

I looked around the room, in every corner. Fortunately, the heaven was in my favor. I detected a bucket and a silver-linen faucet.  An evil grin replaced my grumpy frown. My face turned into a mixed blue, green and black colours. A mixture of revenge, conscience and depression. 49% for revenge, 49% for conscience and 2% for depression. Oh, wow, how wonderful! I didn't knew that I still had a conscience after all the things I had done.

Well, whatever. The most important here was I would enjoy and I would laugh my arse off.

I grabbed the bucket and filled it 1/8 with water. Splash!