Hey Girl

Mayze's PL: 6000

”I’m sorry, but we can’t re-hire you May. It may not have been your fault, but we can’t have someone so confrontational on the staff up front.”

Mary got up from her seat, then left the human resources office of the store to tend to other things, leaving May sitting there in the guest chair to stew over what to do next. Coming back home so soon wasn’t in the cards, at least not the ones she wanted to play. The officers following the lead that her parents gave on Courne eventually led them to Central City, and inevitably the man’s granddaughter, who wasn’t trying that hard to blend in. She had been brought back home per her parents request, then promptly kicked out when they heard her story over Courne’s disappearance. They were disappointed in her like always, not that it mattered to May in the end what they thought, but they were sure to cool down in a few days to a week. Even though most of her friends from school were out in Central City right now, or elsewhere, May wasn’t worried about finding a couch to crash on. She had acquaintances she could hit up, or if it was really dire, her mother’s crazy sister was always an option too.

The girl sat there, pondering what to do for her next move, chewing bubblegum and staring disinterested at the television that continued on with news reports over Satan City’s recovering from the “Badman Incident.” Finally deciding it would do her little good to wait for Mary to return, the girl with verde locks of hair abruptly stood, before making her way through the expanse of the store. After finding a bench outside on which to loiter, May began to weigh her options on what to do with her remaining day. She by all accounts had answered all the questions the authorities had for her, and no longer had anything tying her to this place. At least until the folks warmed back up to their daughter again, there wasn’t an immediate need to stay in Satan City. A bubble was blown then popped in a nonchalant manner, as May watched the parking lot, and the street beyond with chin rested upon a propped palm of her hand. There was hardly much of interest to note, just another boring day at a store she used to work at.

Something would then sweep through the air, and stick rudely to the side of her face. An instantly aggravated Mayze would remove the paper flyer from her cheek, skimming the contents, and the picture of some weird looking alien, with a brow furrowed with annoyance. Amber-gold eyes narrowed at how stupid she thought the ad was, and the notion that such a thing existed in the first place. ”What kind of loser World Champion advertises for teachers?” She would scoff at the idea, spit her gum onto the picture, crumple the paper, then toss it on the sidewalk to be blown away by the wind. As she was about to return to her boring entertainment of people watching, an argument down the other end of the sidewalk caught her attention. Some boys hassling some girl who looked like she worked here. It was enough to warrant a frown from the idling teen, who pushed off the bench in a begrudging manner, her attitude still evident as she marched down the walk their direction. When in earshot, she’d shoot a glare to each of the boys to put them on edge.

”The hell you nerds doing!?”