Do not own Digimon.
Chapter One
Monday. I hate Mondays with a passion. Really. And not just cause I have to go to work. I just don't like the starting day of the week, for some reason. Mind you, no one else I know, for that matter, seem to like it either.
But, that aside, I slowly clamber out of bed and crawl sluggishly across the room to the chair where I slung my work uniform on Friday. Tight white shirt, awful green and red tie, light grey skirt and black shoes. My work could really use a uniform change
Plus there's the fact that I don't really earn that much, even though a lot of people actually do come into the café where I work, the bosses decided to cut our pay packets, which resulted in a couple of people quiting as a result.
Yeah, work is rubbish.
But..then again, without it, I'd probably be living on the streets without a roof over my head. At least what I earn is keeping me alive, at any rate.
But I don't have enough to buy a new toaster…which I desperatly need. Since the one I have now has decided to burn, instead of just toast, even though I set it to the lowest setting possible, it still manage to ruin my toast!
So, there I am, just waiting for the first influx of customers to arrive, along with my co-workers, when he walks in.
And then, well then…things started to get…for want of a better word…creepy.