It was bad enough that I was rusticated, I didn't have a place to stay, neither did I have any family to go to. Well not in this state.
I passed the night on the streets and contacted home but my relatives were not on this planet. They had moved. And I had no money to travel to where they were.
I was in the midst of contemplating living on the streets when I was handed a flyer by someone. It was a lady, a woodland elf as well.
I asked her to please read out the details as I was visually impaired and couldn't read.
The flyer was a vacancy flyer. I rushed after her and applied.
Surprisingly I was given the job.
I began working there, slowly saved enough money and rented a cheap apartment to stay in for the mean time.
Time passed and I heard feeds of my colleagues debuting their artworks, my heart wrenched at the thought of being kicked away from my life's work. I had put everything into my studies and my art.
"Move it, batsy, there's a customer go tend to her"
And as if my sufferings weren't enough I was being pushed around by my seniors here. They would often swap orders I received to have the customers embarrass me or make me attend to customers that had already been attended to.
"Hello, do you need anything else?"
No response.
"..um, I didn't quite catch your response"
A whiff of energy whizzed past me, anger.
I had pissed off a customer but that thought flew past me.
It was her.
The bitch whose energy Faelan was always covered in.
Whywasshehere?
Hadshetrackedmedown and plannedtohumiliateme?
My heart thumped in my chest as I felt her stare into my soul
What sort of a cursed fate did I have?