Stray Master [MxM]

[Chapter Two]

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Scottish Translation

ghràdh - Love

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The bus driver ignores me, running after him, waving my arms. Two young kids laugh at me when I finally stop trying, and stomp on the ground like the five-year-old pointing at me. I would have actually been on time for work if it wasn't for that immature bus driver. I had gotten up when I was supposed to, got my shower, and dressed. Except, I forgot that on Wednesdays the buses run earlier for some reason. I try my attempt at catching a taxi, a type of transportation that I usually avoid because of all the creepy stories, yet all of them seem to ignore me as well. Waving my hands, jumping up and down, even whistling as they do in movies doesn't work. Do I not look good enough to earn a ride in a taxi? This day is turning out for the worse. I'm already done with it.

I thought I'd get one day of being on time for work and avoiding Miss Parry's punishments but as usual, my goal has turned to another dream that is as far away as humanly possible. It doesn't seem likely that this much unlock has fallen onto me, what did I do wrong? Miss Parry isn't going to go easy on me, she was Monday with the opening shift and cleaning but she had also asked me to come in on time to help her finish decorations on a batch of cupcakes she made. I wanted to assist her because I feel horrible for always being late, it's also so I could get a cupcake- her cupcakes are the best. Now though, I'll be too late and I won't get one and she'll be disappointed with me again.

I hate that, disappointing her. Miss Parry is essentially the only mother figure I have and knowing I don't always make her proud is a failure on my part. She took care of me when I needed a job years ago and she helped my aunt keep food on our table, then took me in when my past came to haunt me. This isn't how I should be repaying her, being late every day, I at least should be able to be on time.

Running takes more effort than I want, I'm not in the best shape to be running and I wasn't very good at gym glass. One would figure with always being late to work, I would have been in decent shape to run without losing breath the first five minutes. I'm not that lucky. Besides, I normally don't run and I'm decent at catching the bus. This week hasn't been the best and I'm positive something is out to get me, there can't be any other explanation for all the bad luck and running I have.

'Besides maybe my tendency to be late to literally anything.' I think dejectedly, as I push the door open to the coffee shop.

Miss Parry is waiting for me with another frown and her arms crossed, in her favorite black boots, holey jeans, and a deep red sweater. Her hair is up in a tight, but messy bun and her black ring stand out against her pale skin. "Tom. Please tell me, someone died and you had to identify them."

I wince and slowly shake my head, seeing CeCe behind Miss Parry and shaking her head at me like a disappointed sister. "I'm really sorry! I swear I was on time! But the bus driver didn't stop for me and five years olds laughed at me and I had to run! I promise if I got onto the bus I would have been here!"

Miss Parry sighs, her fingers massaging the space between her closed eyes before she looks back at me. "Stocking, your normal shift, and third. You're working tonight, by yourself until closing. Understand?"

I lower my eyes to the floor, disappointed in myself for being late and not helping her with the cupcakes. She should have already fired me years ago, although I think she just pitied me. A fifteen-year-old, practically orphan with one older sister suck in a rehab program, having to fend for myself because my aunt is disabled with bad health and wasn't able to do very much to care for me. Miss Parry pitied me, for sure.