MineStory:Intro
Sparks flew as sounds of metal crashing into metal rang, loud enough for me to even feel it reverberate throughout my bones.
My name is... Reggie and I work at a car repair shop. every. damn. day. And currently, I am sawing through a car so old and battered that it makes my grandfather look like he's a goddamn teenager.
Even though you would not be able to tell right now, I am 1/2 African American and 1/2 Persian and I may or may not be related to a Scandinavian... somehow. At 20 years old I am 6'0 with dark brown hair and sporting some yellow eyes that if I were living in the dark ages some would call witchcraft, apparently it's supposed to be because of some genetic problem yada yada yada, I really have never cared about and probably never will.
Anyways right now I'm turning a useless car into a pile of usable scraps for my boss, who by the way is possibly one of the nicest men you'll ever meet... Which isn't to say that he won't still chew me out whenever I make a mistake.
"Damnit Reggie I told you to get the usable scrap out of the car not cut the Cooling and Heating system in half, we could have used that for future customers car heating problems!" Mister Briggs yelled at me.
"Sorry Mister Briggs, it was an accident I'll be more careful from now on" I said. In truth I wasn't really paying attention to him and moreover the sound of his voice mostly because whenever I talk to this guy I'm always awestruck by how he somehow manages to sound calm while yelling at someone.
I noticed that after I apologized that Briggs sighed to himself and was about to say something. My prediction proved right although in all honesty I was shocked at what his next words were.
"Look Reggie, I know you've been working your ass off for the last few weeks and haven't really been getting a break from anyone on top of that, so kid just take the rest of the week off after today, don't worry about how I'll be managing the place, I know a couple of people I can get to help maintain things over here at the shop."
It took all of my willpower not to jump up and squeeze my pseudo-father half to death from what I was hearing, I mean geez I only get time off work nearly every blue moon.
All I managed to squeak out in those next few moments was a measly "Thank you Sir" and "Have a great day Sir"
Looking back at it, that act of kindness got me in a quite a lot of trouble...
