Chapter 1:Out off the Comfort Zone
Sun rays bounced off of the ripples of the water as morning beamed over Tollibay, roars of the waves, and the seaâs salty essence filled every corner of the town. Although, not everyone is happy. Wheels rolling on the ground, as luggage was thrown over the back of the pickup, a bull glanced at his seat, a force was keeping him from sitting down, but his guilt keeps pushing him, he looked around, with his watery eyes. âDonât worry, Moobie weâll call youâ
Moobie sat down, in the car, beside the window, his dad starts up the engine, and the car gave a silent start, a quiet roar. The young bull watched his friends, turned smaller and smaller, as they drove away from his old home.
âAlright, Mike we talked about this, you are going to stay in an apartment, while me and your mother, go to work, are you sure youâll be fine alone?â his dad asked reassuring Moobie.
Moobie struck an idea, his eyes widened, happy âThen can I invi---â
âWe are not saying, you could bring one of your friendsâ His mother quickly said cutting off her son. His mother's words painted a strange feeling in his head, covering his happiness with nervousness and terror.
âLook, son, we tried but everyone else back there already had decent jobs, while you are still on the 11th grade, itâs best if you just focus more on your studiesâ
Moobie mumbled and nodded slightly â---and yes Iâm totally fine being aloneâ.
Few hours of the journey, the adolescent bull steps out of the van. He felt strange, no sounding waves, creaking boats, the air has a very arid essence. He looked up and saw a 5-story building, standing sturdily on a cemented base.
The bull deeply inhaled and lets out a sigh, relaxing âAlright, Moobie you can do thisâ. The bull grabbed his luggage and everything he owns from the back of the van. The last thing he heard from his parents before leaving, is their expressions of love.
He slowly walked, dealing with his upheaval, to the receptionist, pulling his luggage. He stops in front of the desk and rang the bell. He can clearly remember ringing a bell like this when he orders a drink, he would normally butcher the thing. His friend would be pissed off and all of them would start to laugh.
âWhat can I do for you sir?â butt out one of the receptionist. He startled the bull, catching Moobie off-guard in his illusion. The bull frantically searched for his identity card, he pulled out his ID and flashed it to the employee.
âAh, Mr. Bison, your parents informed you were comingâ Moobie watched the clerk left no stone unturned until he hands out the metal key to the awaiting bull âYour room is numbered 71, be sure to feel at home, and I may heed you, sir, a warning, we donât offer duplicatesâ.
Moobie began to have mixed feelings about the last words of the employee. As Moobie was about to leave the counter, he bumped to a lizard, peanut-colored hair, with lush-colored skin, who seems to be carrying three or four bedsheets.
"Whoops, sorry, gotta get this to the desk," The lizard said, obviously struggling with the sheets
Moobie watched the reptile tumble his way to the receptionist dropping sheets, again and again, one thing he learns from his place is to be generous, Moobie left his luggage for a bit and helped the cold-blooded individual.
"Thanks, dude, really appreciate it," the green-colored reptile said.
Moobie smiled, but he can't help but wonder "How would someone needs to wash that many bedsheets?"
The bull is a bit of an eavesdropper, so he pretended to get a glass of water to a conveniently placed water dispenser.
"Ughh, again?" the clerk complains
"Sorry, we just got carried away, and start spilling." the reptile replied.
That explains Moobie's suspicion he sighed in relief, ingested his water and went on his way.
Moobie approached his roomâs front door âOkay, here goes nothing,â he said being a worry-wart. He closed his eyes and slowly opened the door.
The bull lifts his eyelids, just able to see the bigger details of the room, until, he completely opened his eyes, waffle-colored couches conveniently placed in an orderly manner with a high-tech, night-colored TV facing it.
Moobie was surprised to see how much the interior designers put their effort, âNiceâ he said surprised and relaxed.
He looked down and saw how filthy his shoes were âYeah, maybe changing into something more comfortable and welcoming is a better idea.â
The bull took off his shoes, and washed it himself, he was never used to putting everything in the hands of others, but every so often, he does.
âNow thatâs all done, what to do next?â the bull glanced at his luggage and decided to organize his clothes. As he opened the bag, a picture of six individuals with him, smiling, having fun in the beach Moobie whimpers, watery-eyes starts to emit drops of tears, he mewl as pain starts to ache his heart, but also happiness defending his feelings.
To all my old followers, I did some revisions from waaaay back, cuz the old stories I made...doesn't make any sense to me.
