Ugly Girl Inc.

# August 10, 2011 / 1:40AM

InkBots (Intro Portion)

(( A little idea I had for my story called InkBots… o.o; I guess this was what I thought I wanted the beginning to be like. Here it is! just a little crappy bit…))

Work, ah, the joys of it.

As always, it was just me on this lonely night at the restaurant. Though, it was more emotional loneliness rather than anything else. My boss was there of course, so was my other boss…and a few co-workers. I was always a little lonely at work because I was pushed harder than the rest of them, pushed to work harder and do a lot more than the others as well. Sometimes I didn’t mind it, but it was the most times that I DID mind it that got me a little cranky.

I felt like I was being bullied, but confronting my boss about that… she’d make me look like a retard, then make some excuse as to why I feel this way, not knowing that, me being ME, I ALREADY KNOW WHY I FEEL THIS WAY.

Of course I kept most of my feelings to myself, I always did that…

“Alayne!” I suddenly jumped from her scream. It was always me being called for… I always wait to hear her again, in hopes that my hearing was messed up and I only imagined—

“ALAYNE!” I jumped once more, realizing that… yeah, it was me she called for.

I put down the mop with a groan, propping the hilt against the wall as I strolled through the swinging doors and met with my boss in the kitchen. She was hovering over a big pot, stirring slowly, before she reached to the side of her and grabbed the blender. I watched as she slowly poured the green contents into the pot of… brown something… and she continued stirring.

I stood there silently.

“Alayne?” She called again, except more lighter. It was as if she knew I was there, but wanted to make sure. I was fine with that, I just didn’t like being yelled at.

“Yes’m?” I asked and stepped closer so she could see me. She looked at me for less than a moment, before going back to her cooking “You can go home at six.”

AWESOME! I wanted to smile, but showing any signs of readiness to go home would lead to her changing her mind…

“Alright, I’ll call my mom then.” I simply said with a shrug. She nodded in approval, then smirked to herself “Brown stew chicken is almost ready, if you want to wait for it.”

She knew it was my favorite, man…just boneless chicken in this gravy sauce, the most divine food that anyone could make, and only my boss was the best at it. I couldn’t imagine it from anyone else. I just nodded quickly, before going back to my mop and picking it up. Most of the times when she tells me when I’m off duty, I immediately think of that as a signal for ‘break time! do whatever until I yell again!’. It’s always my own fault, I know that much… but I always keep thinking that when she tells me the time, it’s a hint that my time’s almost up, and I can relax until it’s over.

So the mop I was about to use for the dining room floor, went right back into the bucket and back into the cleaning supplies closet. But surprisingly time flew from that point on, it was six o’clock real quick, so I took off my apron and I realized my mom wasn’t going to pick me up anytime soon. I tried to text her, call her, maybe even call my brother to see if he got to her first… no one was answering.

I was now standing outside of the restaurant door, hoping that I could get a ride from someone, anyone really. I tried the friends I could count on, then the friends I couldn’t, then my mom and brother one more time. My mom had a tendency to own a cellphone but rarely use it…

((LOL THATS IT BYE))