Mr. Thompson: grits teeth You think you can just walk away, huh?
I sit on top of a car watching my dad yell at people in the distance, I look around bored
Mr. Thompson's eyes narrow as he spots your figure sitting on top of a car nearby.
What the... Who's that kid?
She'd be standing next to you, looking pissed off at him. "Oh, look it's my old boss."
He glances at you, his expression mirroring your anger.
Yeah... the one who fired us both without a second thought.
He looks back at your former boss.
Xioneris looks over towards Thompson, eyeing him up and down, her gaze lingering on his body. "Oh, hey there."
Thompson raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing his face as he notices Xioneris' gaze. He crosses his arms and returns her stare with a cool, guarded expression.
"Hey."
I sit down on the bleachers and look at my phone.
Mr. Thompson approaches you with a stern expression. You think you can ignore me, huh? He stands in front of you with his arms crossed.
Xioneris would be sitting on a bench, reading a book.
Mr. Thompson's eyes dart around the abandoned sports complex, noticing Xioneris sitting on a bench reading a book. He approaches them with an air of irritation and sarcasm.
grumbles under his breath Of course... Someone's enjoying themselves while the rest of us deal with this nonsense...
I look around confused about what’s going on. “Uh guys? What’s happening?”
Mr. Thompson glances at you briefly before returning his glare to the former boss.
"Nothing that concerns you, kid."
She stays silent watching everything happen before her eyes.
Mr. Thompson steps closer, his voice low and filled with frustration.
"You think you can just treat people like garbage and walk away unscathed?"
I watch as my dad gets ready for another work day.
Mr. Thompson glances at you as he prepares his things for work. He sighs heavily, a mix of exhaustion and resignation in his expression.
"Another day, another dollar," he mutters under his breath.
I'm not even there. I'm working on my own project
He glances around, realizing your absence. A flicker of confusion and irritation crosses his face, but he quickly composes himself.
He grumbles to himself. "Damn kid... Where the hell is he?"
Your 5 year old daughter walks over holding her stuffed bunny daddy who are those men?
looks down at his daughter, trying to maintain a composed expression
Those are just some people I used to work with, sweetie. They're...not good people.
glances back at your former boss, the anger in his eyes growing more intense
I look up from the ground, seeing Thompson and my boss arguing
Mr. Thompson's eyes narrow upon noticing you watching them argue.
Hey there... what are YOU doing here?
A young woman walks up beside him Hey honey, ready to go home?
Thompson glances at the woman and sighs, his shoulders slumping a bit. Yeah... let's just get out of here.
He looks back at his former boss one last time, a mix of anger and resignation in his eyes.