CANVAS GIRL

Mother Teresa

She was boiling in anger ready to consume the person who marveled, such a shame to womanhood but the presence of the little girl holding the strangers hand distracted her. That was totally acceptable; she was appreciating the price of motherhood.

In as much as she wanted to send the little girls mother to purgatory for accepting the deception of a man, she couldn't resist the cute smile. This was not supposed to happen, he was supposed to have let go of the princess hand and saved her but he didn't. She abruptly rose from the ground but was immediately sent back hitting the back of her head again. "Crap," the deep masculine voice muttered angrily while rubbing his forehead. That serves you right, she muttered in her head and started rubbing her forehead where she hit. "What did you just say," the image above her asked furry and despise clear in his eyes. That was it, Husuella broke, she had been holding herself back in an attempt not to go job hunting again for the seventh time in half a year but she was not taking anymore insults from some stranger.

Arising from the ground just below the first step into the entrance of the cafeteria, she held her butt with one hand while massaging to ease the pain from where she had hit the ground while her other hand alternated between rubbing her forehead and pointing her first finger at her object of furry and rubbing the back of her head where she hit the ground in sync with her mouth. "First you let me fall,..." "oh, i didn’t know you employed me to catch you," her object of replied seeming to loose his cool but she was not taking it.

"That is not how it's supposed to happen, you were supposed to catch me and sweep me off my feet taking away all my troubles but you just moved back letting me fall." She yelled making the two man standing behind him look at her as if she was crazy," then you call me crap? Who the hell do you think you are?" she asked furiously.

"Psycho," he mumbled as his hand seemed to visibly tense around the small girls small ones and made an attempt to move past her but she quickly bent down and took the little girls hand, "Hey princess," she gave me a toothy grin "your dad is a douche bag," she whispered and stood up leaving the audience staring at her back after picking her bag from the ground where it lay.

As she entered the cafeteria, she heard a "she called me princess, she is so pretty douche bag," from the little girl who seemed to be around five and oblivious of every other thing. She quickly rushed into the changing room tripping over her shoe laces twice, changed quickly and was directed to attend to all tables on her left which was practically half of the cafeteria since Morena, one of the girls took an off.

There were only two out of five occupied tables on her side so she quickly started from the closest one. Reaching the one in the furthest corner, she froze. in front of her was the stranger from earlier, could this day get any better? Everything happened so fast, one moment she was standing with a pen ready to take orders, the next she was on her way back to her room with her months salary and a job hunting crisis to ponder over. she was not even given the time to define the blur between reality and nightmare.

As she walked towards her doom, she pondered over the events that occurred that day. She had woken up late and knew something wasn't right somewhere, she remembered how that lying son of a lying flying hornbill had ordered her to get fired claiming she had harassed and traumatized her little girl and that people like her cannot work in the cafeteria and scoffed, who the hell even does that, not that she was not guilty of harassment but surely, couldn’t he just let it go? She smiled at the little girls attempt to defend her while referring to him as douche bag.

At least, she had her months’ salary and that was going to push her as she went hunting for a new job. Never in her life could she ever be thankful for having an understanding roommate like hers. When she first met her, they were in for an interview and she was lucky to have been taken in for the job. Later, when she fell out with her uncle for putting her boss in his place and quitting the job he claimed having worked his head off to get her, she moved in with her after listening to her tragedy. Whenever she got her salary from the many jobs she had gotten herself fired from, she would pay the rent and relieve her roommate of all expenses for that month or half of the expenses depending on her salary or the many daily contracts she took.

When she was jobless and broke, her roommate could shoulder all the expenses. This seemed to be a silent agreement between them and she was grateful that she would be there through her torment for hunting for a new job. she seemed to have accepted that keeping jobs wasn't really her strength.

Deciding to walk home since it was still too early, she took a left turn and entered the zebra crossing but a car suddenly came screeching to a halt beside her making her jump and start shaking uncontrollably. "No, it’s not real, am too young to die, am still alive right?" she asked to no one in particular before collapsing. The last thing she heard was a deep voice asking if she was okay and telling her to wake up before she found herself in her apartment on the couch. Squinting her eyes, she noticed the silhouette of a man sitting on the table next to her making her stand up quickly in panic.

"Mother Teresa dear, what the damned hell are you doing in my apartment? Oh my goodness, did you drug me and drag me here, are you going to kill me because if you are killing me for this morning then I can assure you that you are going to experience one hell of a noisy death and I will haunt you even in the next hundredth life's," she rumbled in an attempt to cover her nervousness.

“Will you just shut up already? Wait, did you just call me mother Teresa?” the man yelled and stood up “next time be careful or you might just go under the wheel,” he sternly advised and walked out leaving her stunned. Suddenly she remembered she was almost hit by a car and pinched her arm to confirm if she was not a ghost. She then started to wonder how the stranger knew where she lived but seeing her key and notepad on the table calmed her worries. For all she cared, the douche bag could go back to the crappy hole he sprouted from with all his admonition and generosity as long as she was alive