Depression(Michael clifford)

Two

        I was directed to the office on the top floor of the building, and caught an elevator full of people. One person stood out the most to me, and I was unsure of why he was even in there. His hair was bright green, and he was dressed in skinny jeans and a tnk top. This wasn't the place for someone like him. He looked like trouble. People got off one by one until it was just me and the green haired boy. His headphones leaked loud music that sounded hardcore. It was music that I would normally listen to, but not in the work place. Not somewhere professional and high class like here.

        We both ended up on the top floor. I found this to be quite strange, since the only office up there was Mr. Toro's. We both headed in the same direction, and I began to get a little nervous, not for myself, but for the boy. Was he lost or something? Perhaps intoxicated? We both approached the desk in front of his office at the same time, and he motioned for me to g in front of him. I approached the desk slowly.

        "My name is Clarity-Jane Powers, and I'm here to see Mr. Toro" I said with a professional smile. The lady at the desk, Mellinda the name tag read, looked down at some papers.

        "Yes, I see your appointment, I'll let you know when he's ready for you" She announced in a monotone. I nodded and went to sit in one of the chairs off to the side. The boy who was behind me seemed to argue with the woman for a moment before coming and slumping into a chair near mine. He shoved his headphones back into his ears. He was rather cute if I did say so myself. But cute didn't mean he belonged in an elegant place like this. He wore several bracelets on each wrist, almost all of them for some punk band. There were others however that were made of rope and gel and some that even bore beads.
One in particular stood out, looking like it was made by a young girl judging by the abundance of pink beads and crown shaped objects. It read the name Lucy in several differntly shaped letter beads. My thoughts were interupted by a rough voice.

        "Are you finished staring at me or?" My head snapped up to see the boy looking at me angrily.

        "I-I wasn't staring! I was fjust admiring your bracelets!" I deffended. The boy scoffed and went to put a headphone back in his ear. I grabbed his arm

        "Wait! What business do you have with Mr. Toro?" I asked quietly. The boy let out a short laugh before he answered

        "He's my uncle"