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so i made a new story now, but this one is not a part of any fandom, its just a story that i made up and decided to write down here. and i apologize for the disappointing names, i'm not exactly creative in that area...

THIS IS MINE, I MADE IT UP, EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS A LIE, AND IF SOMEONE SAYS I STOLE THEIR WORK I DIDN'T.

[super serious expression] lets go on with the story, now shall we?

"Hey Jason. Mind cleaning the toilets for me? " I flipped him off as he laughed. Tyler always treats me like i'm some invalid, even though, if anything, I am more capable than him. I sighed as I dipped the mop back in the bucket. I wish I could get a raise so I could take better care of my bedridden mother, but I know thats impossible, because I don't have the qualifications. It's not fair, but i'm not fighting.

I've wanted to own a restaurant. Make my own menus, redesign the ugly old-lady type wall paper, replace the gross lights, make it a modern place. Not at all like this shitty place where everybody's always mean to me. Also I'd make sure all my staff were friendly people. That'll be neat. Ever since I first watched my mother cook, I've wanted to be a cook. It was so fascinating how you can conjure up such an amazing taste with the right ingredients, even if the combination is really strange. i've always wanted to experiment making food, I just don't have the education nor money to do so. My father said he'd look into it, but he never did. He never kept his promises right up until the day he disappeared. I hope he comes back soon, mother's been depressed since he left. I wish to make a pineapple custard pie. that sounds interesting. or creme?

As I was distracted by my thoughts, someone tapped me on the shoulder, making me jump. It was tyler again. He said "The boss wants you" pointing to the back room. I did not have a good feeling about this.

I peeked into the office before stepping inside. Last time someone said "the boss wants you" and i stepped confifently into the "boss's" room, I got a bucket full of water thrown in my face and got locked in the closet. It was not a closet though, and my boss was sitting at his desk, a sad expression on his face. He gestured towards the chair across from him, and I sat down in it. My confidence got worse and worse with every passing second. Then he sighed.

"Jason. You're a good kid, you really are, and I wish I could keep and let you work here, but unfortunately I have to let you go."

My suspicions were correct. I felt my stomach drop down into my shoes, felt the blood run from my face. I whispered "why don't you let Tyler go? he was always mean to me, and I'm sure he'd be mean to your other employees if I left."

"I have thought about that, Jason, and weighing my options I've decided to give him a raise instead of you, because he's an honest good worker. And I know you really needed this job because of your mother, but we really don't need anymore employees. I'm sorry, Jason."

bullshit. This was bullshit, and we both knew it. He wanted to give Tyler a raise because he was his son, but didn't have that kind of money with so many waiters and waitresses, so naturally the useless bus boy that nobody cared about got let go. I hope he goes bankrupt.

I stood up, flipping him off as my chair fell to the ground. I felt enraged, like my blood was boiling and I was seeing red. I choked back tears. Don't lose control, not now.

this was the only source of income my family was getting, and he cut that off completely. how was someone like me supposed to find a job, one that will hire high school dropouts? McDonald's? I'm sorry, but 5 dollars an hour isn't going to feed one growing boy and a damn near brain dead woman who doesn't even respond to her name anymore. I tore my apron off and threw it at the man, who made a strangled noise, and ran out of the restaurant through the locker rooms, grabbing my coat on the way. I don't care what happens to him anymore, I don't even work there.

On the way out Tyler tried to stop me, saying "Hey, what're you doing?" But I pushed past him. I don't care what happens to him either.

When I finally escaped to the open air, I walked for a bit, then sat down under a tree, my energy spent. My blood was still pumping, but in more of an "let me catch my breath" kind of pumping. I sighed, then the dreadful thought crossed my mind:

What now.

I should have enough money to cover the water and electricity bill, but i'd have to dig out of my savings for food money. I also need a new pair of shoes, the bottoms of the ones I have on right now are spent. I don't want to leach off my friend who was rich, I have more pride than that. Which leaves me with… not enough to last another month. How can I find another well paying job within a month? damn near impossible, i'd say. Unless I prostitute myself, but I can't even borrow money from my friend, my pride was that damn big. Well shit.

I can't go back to high school, I need a job to take care of my mother, got fired and cut high school so I don't have the proper qualifications to get a full time job, and we're broke.

I felt my eyes tear up, a lump caught in my throat. I gasped, my voice shaky. I grasped my lock which hang around my neck. don't cry. don't.

Hopeless.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up, only to see my friends concerned face.

"Hey, are you alright? you look like you're about to cry…"

my eyes started watering, and I sniffed, blinking them away and turning my head. I whispered "I'm not." I won't. Not now…

She sat down next to me, pushing her long, auburn hair over one shoulder, the one away from me, and straightened her legs out.

"Aw, come on now, you've been released early and you just sniffed and your eyes are all watery. Did something happen at work? was someone being mean to you again?" She spoke in a voice that she always speaks in when she realizes something is terribly wrong. She ran her hand over mine, then hugged me, leaning her head on mine. we stayed like that for a minute, then she said "d'you wan't to talk about it?"

THAT'S when I broke down in tears and told her everything.

"Well thats terrible!" She looked genuinely shocked. "What are we going to do?"

I smiled. This is why I loved Catherine. She always knew the right thing to say when she wants to know something, and always knew how to make you feel like things are less hopeless when you're in a vulnerable state.

I shrugged. "there's nothing much we can do, and I don't want to leach off you because you're rich." I whispered.

"Aw, come on, we have a shit ton of money that dad doesn't know what to do with." She stopped hugging me, instead leaning up against the tree. "Well… "

"Well what?" I whispered, sniffing. Whenever Cat said 'Well…' like that, you kinda know she just had a terrible idea.

"We could find our soul mates."

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