In our world today, no one knows how it all started. Oh, before you twitch your lips in amusement, know that I'm telling the truth. The only child to a lovely mum and wonderful dad.īut the truth is much more fantastic that you think. But let's just say a man got his materialistic needs.įrom an outside point of view, I'm an ordinary teenager. Not like my parents aren't well off or anything. Sixteen years old, a sophomore high-school student and a part-time worker. The boy about to go pick up the trash is the true protagonist of the story, and the name's Mark Grayson. He'll be docking out of Buz's pay for all this suffering that has been heaped on him. He harshly whispered cursing the most likely culprit, already making up his mind that the next time it was paying season. Meanwhile as Mark was now alone the smile of his face lessened, "Dammit Buz." "Knew I could depend on you, Grayson." His head slipped away, probably rushing back to his office. Letting out a sigh of relief, the Manager of the burger joint flashed a smile. Mark lips twitched, but he smiled nodding nonetheless. Someone carelessly left it there and the night shift haven't arrived yet, I'm entertaining someone in my office, so I can't exactly smell like you know." The Boss gestured. "I know that the time for your shift has passed, but can you please help me here, and throw out the trash bag that has been placed by door near the kitchen. "Grayson." His Boss nodded back, before he sheepishly began. Mark turned to see his middle age bald boss, poking his head from the side of the door. "Grayson? Ah thank God that you're here." Sighing, Mark went to his locker about to change as well, but then a voice called to him from behind. All because of the collective deduction made to all the part-time staffs for Buz's slip-up. Till this day, it will always be of grief to him that because of Buz, he lost the opportunity to purchase that time-limited sneakers edition. I'll take the money for repairs straight out of his pay." Mark growled, while remembering the last time such a thing happened. "I swear if the hinges of the door detach again. The cerulean eyes grunted with amusement as he saw Buz floundering out, only hissing in frustration at the way his best friend flipped the door open without care. And the best thing is that we're supposed to meet back at the arcade center just some minutes from now." He looked left, lifting his eyes up the wall to see the clock that hanged. "Mathew? Hmm…" Buz cupped his chin looking contemplative, and then snapped his fingers with eyes gaining light. Besides can't you just call Mathew as subs? He might not have my slick fingers, but he's certainly no slouch either." Mark shrugged apologetically while he sort his things. "Didn't you promise me that you'll make time for today, huh?" Lethargically Buz turned to Mark as he wore his long sleeves over his white T-shirt without buttoning it. I promised that piece of shit that I'll beat him up at his own game, cause I just can't stand all that yapping that he calls bragging." With a dragged sigh, Buz closed his closet slotting in his key to lock it, while looking miserable. After all don't you only want me because you need another member for the double tournament?" Mark brushed him off defensively, "Mind your own business, Buz. But here you are now fretting over something you should have been done with a long time ago." "Well, that's why I told you to do it at the beginning of summer break, Mark. As someone in the same high-school as Mark, as well as taking the same core subjects, he knew how tedious projects from the science classes are. "I'm already cutting it close as it is."īuz gave out a low whistle. Got to finish my Science project." His face took on the look of long suffering. But you know I told you that I won't be coming today. "Nice try with the Atom Eve enticement, Buz. The boy who the auburn was speaking too, straightened his cap giving space to the raven tresses that spilled from the brown headwear. Word's that she patrols this area mostly around this time. "Who knows maybe with luck, we might be able to catch Atom Eve flying up-ahead. The boy who was spoke grinned conspiratorially, placing his palm to block his mouth as he mock whispered. The sky had once again turned golden brown, indicating it was now time for the hedonistic norm that young people like them partake in after their grueling part time jobs. Up for some game time at the arcade?"Ī fetching boy with auburn hair asked, while putting away his work wears into his closet exchanging it for his clothes.
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