A Knack for Trouble
The shocking revelation"Heartfilia" called out a middle aged scary looking woman.
The said person froze on hearing her name being called out and shivered under the scrutinizing gaze of her boss.
"Yes, Miss Thunderbitch" she replied. Her hands immediately flew to her mouth on realising what she had just said and inwardly cursed herself for being so callous.
"What did you just call me?"
Turning around to face her boss's wrath young Lucy put on a fake smile, which by judging the looks others were giving her, looked as if she had constipation or something. "I said yes Miss Thunderich" she replied hoping that maybe her boss was suffering from some hearing problems.
"Are you sure that's what you said?"
"Yes ma'am" God Lucy hoped that the old hag bought that. She was already on the verge of being fired.
"Moving on, Heartfilia you are late again" Thunderich began while removing her half moon spectacles from her face letting them dangle from her neck. She probably thought that this was adding some sort of dramatic effect to her statement but the old lady didn't knew that Lucy didn't need any more drama in her life. She knew she was late fourth day in a row and even though Lucy was not at fault here, she knew she might get fired this time. This is what happens when you work three jobs may them be part time along with college.
Thunderich noticing that her employee was not paying attention said, "You are fired."
That snapped Lucy back to reality and stood there wide-eyed. Comprehending what her boss just said she began pleading as if her life was on the line. "No, Miss Thunderich please don't do this to me. I need this job or I won't be able to make rent."
"You should have thought of that before you decided to be late."
"Please ma'am, just give me one last chance. I swear I won't let you down the next time I swear."
"Just because I am a kind hearted person I am giving you one last chance. If you are late again even once then I swear I will fire you."
Letting out her breath she didn't knew she was holding she let her feet drag her along her daily routine. Grabbing and tying her apron around her thin waist she started to clean the tables of the little cafe she worked in.
"Lucy" called out a voice in a childish manner. The though speaker was no child but a girl about Lucy's age except with a smaller frame.
Lucy already recognising her best friend's voice replied, "Hi Levy. What's up?"
The said girl ran up to greet her friend properly with a hug. Lucy inwardly mused how juvenile her friend can be sometimes and how small and cute Levy looked with her blue hair held back with the help of the orange coloured ribbon which matched with her dress. Realising she was staring she looked up to find Levy looking at her with worried eyes.
"You were late again today. Is everything alright?" Levy asked.
"Yes everything is fine. But remember when I told you about my story which was going to get published" The petite girl just nodded letting her friend know that she had remembered. "Yeah, so I had a meeting with the publisher today and he was a no show. You know how much I needed that money. I could have paid out most of my dad's medical bills with it. And this is not even the beginning. The meeting was at Latte the most expensive cafe in town which is situated halfway across town. I waited for half an there for him to show up so I ordered a coffee and you know how much they charged for it? Fifty bucks that's how much. I mean who charges 50 dollars for a cup of coffee." complained Lucy.
Levy knew how much she needed the money and deserved it to. With the amount of problems Lucy had and trying to shoulder them alone was hard. She was the strongest and the most deserving person Levy knew but still bad things kept happening to her.
"Don't be upset Lulu. Everything will be alright"
Lucy just smiled when her best friend used her pet name to try and lighten her mood. Levy was so predictable sometimes.
"You are a really great writer Lucy. I have read all of your stories and they are really good and by really good I mean published author good. I am sure they will get published. This stupid publisher lost his chance his bad luck."
Lucy stated with a ghost of a smile on her face which was obviously due to Levy's attempt to cheer her up, "Maybe it's just me who has bad luck."
Realising where her usually cheerful friend no matter what life throws at her friend was going with this she decided to distract her from further dwelling on her past.
"Well you do have a knack for trouble." Levy giggled.
"No slacking Heartfilia" roared Miss Thunderich. "And come here."
Lucy's mood was finally improving but the bitch had to ruin it.
"Speaking of trouble, I better go." said Lucy before rushing to meet her doom.
"Yes ma'am"
"Go clean the steps. Will ya?" Even though it was a request it sounded more like and order. "Good here is the broom. Dust all the snow away otherwise it troubles all the customers."
Lucy knowing it was snowing outside but not having the guts to answer back to her bosses simply took the job the clean the snowy steps in the winter chill outside. God, how much she missed the cosy warmth of the cafe. The old bitch sent her out on purpose. Lucy remembered the hag smiling her wicked smile while handing her the job. Levy was so right. I do have a gift of attracting trouble don't I.
Her musings were disrupted by a shout of what it seemed was that of joy. She looked around to find a little boy with messy black hair running towards her like she was the first creature he had seen in a long time. He was calling her. Wait what was he calling her? Lucy looked around to check if there was someone standing around her and that she was indeed misunderstanding the situation. But luck was as usual was not on her side as there was not a single soul within her eyesight. Meanwhile the little boy had caught up to Lucy and was hugging her, well her leg with all his might and mumbling something.
"Mom I finally found you" said the boy.
Lucy's eyes right at this moment were wide as saucers and looked as if they might just pop out any moment now.
Surely this isn't thinking that I am his mother is he. No, he's probably just lost.
"Are you looking for your mother? Are you lost little guy?"
"First of all I am not little. I am five years old which you should probably know since you are my mother".
What a cocky child was Lucy first thought of the kid. And here I am thinking that he was a helpless little angel.
"Hey are you listening to me mom"
Why does he keep referring me as his mother?
"Yeah I am"
Just as Lucy finished her statement they were joined by a lean man with long black hair.
"Found you little master" said the guy referring to the boy.
"Look who I found Alzack"
The guardian of the boy looked up to see what little discovery had the child made and his face looked as if he had just seen a ghost.
"Mistress?" was all he could say before fainting.
"Eh?" was all Lucy could say before she understood what the young man was implying before she herself to fainted.