"Make me proud."
I showed no emotion as I nodded. Fa-Mister Crest got back on his plane, and it took off a few seconds later.
I was alone.
For the first time in years.
As much as I wanted to be relieved, I couldn't. Mister Crest would not allow me to show emotion
Even in he was gone, he had sources in America.
He would kill me if I let him down. After all, a pet should always obey its master.
The bus rolled up. I placed my bag where it was supposed to go before stepping onto the bus.
There were no open seats.
Sighing, I sat next to a smoking boy in the very back.
I didn't say anything as he stared at me, gawking.
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