9 Isll have to leave (1/2)

By the time Marcel was done submitting his applications he got on a bus and made his way back to the orphanage.

'Was I too rash to immediately apply for work? Should I have waited first and get a place to stay and get acclimated to the current society?' Marcel asked Avian.

[That would have been a logical course of action, but do you think you can work part time jobs diligently? The previous Marcel almost failed in getting his high school diploma, besides you had started acting while you were fifteen so besides your highschool diploma you only took courses that would help in your acting in university, so besides entertainment you can only do unskilled labour]

'Unskilled labour? What do you mean?'

[You can only be a waiter, a janitor, work in construction and other jobs like that since you have no qualifications to work in an area that requires more skill] Avian explained.

Marcel thought about it and he really did not think he would be able to last. If he did not get a modeling opportunity maybe he would try gaining fame through social media, but that in itself would force him to have a certain image that did not appeal to him at all. Or should he consider the offer he was given by Linda of being in a boy group? But the amount of work he would need to do already made him feel tired just by imagining it.

With a sigh, he decided to wait until the next day to see of Paul had received any calls. He almost missed his stop because he was so deep in thought and couldn't help but be thankful for Avian's presence. He took his time as he walked back to the orphanage, he was hungry and thirsty since he did not even have a drop of water since he left.

It was already 8pm when he returned and he went straight to the kitchens. He knew that the kitchens were closed but he went with the hopes of at least appealing to one of the cooks so they can give him something to eat.

When he walked into the kitchen he saw one of the lady cooks. She was cleaning up the kitchen counters alone and looked to be very busy.

”Big sis” Marcel called enthusiastically making the lady turn around.

All the cooks knew Marcel, not because he ate a lot,but because he was very handsome. It was difficult to not notice him since he was very tall, but he always walked around looking gloomy so seeing him stand in the kitchen with a charming smile completely threw off the poor lady.

”Marcel?” the lady asked in question. She thought she was hallucinating. The boy had always been too reserved. Besides the kid that always hung around him, he never took the initiative to talk to anyone first.

”It's me, Big sis i'm hungry” Marcel said and started looking around the kitchen, but he did not anything.

”Why are you calling me big sis? I'm almost 40” the lady said with a smile. Marcel had forgotten he was no longer a 35 year old woman and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

”Ah-”

”Come here, there's some food left over in the fridge” the lady said and went to open the fridge.

She took out the rice that had remained and some of the beef stew. She put it on a plate generously and also gave him some vegetables. When she turned to put the food back in the refrigerator Marcel had taken a fork and started eating immediately.

”Why are you eating cold food?” the lady asked and grabbed the plate in his hands before putting it in the microwave.

”I was too hungry” Marcel said feeling slightly embarrassed, He did not know if he could work the microwave so he hadn't bothered.

The lady watched him bite the tip of his fork pathetically and couldn't help but feel bad for him. She took out an apple for him and couldn't help but smile when she saw him eat the apple so ravenously.

”Big sis what is your name?” Marcel asked between bites.