Gabe, I Need Help
Chapter 2
Friday was the beginning of all of the excitement. I've always known that I was in with a bad crowd but couldn't bring myself to break away from them. They called themselves the Reapers. They were tough, they were mean, they did everything that would make the police come running. Drugs, robbery, mugging, even a few murders, but luckily I was no part of that.
I never had a big job in the group. I was normally the look out or the scout. I never did anything that really could get me picked up by the police. There were times when I had to do something big, like completing a selling deal. There were also risks to what I did. I did have some friends within the group who taught me defensive/offensive skills. My main weapon was knives. I was taught to throw them at who ever I needed to.
I didn't like this life but it was what I needed to do. I was from a broken home. My parents died in an accident so I was sent to live with my grandparents. My grandfather supported us for years. He was a great man, and one that I looked up to. He worked in auto repair for years but died three years ago after his business went bankrupt. He couldn't' handle it. He had a heart attack the day they closed.
This left me and my grandma devistated. After the funeral she started to break down. She had trouble supporting us so I took it upon myself to do so. I got a job at the local grocery store. They hired me quite quickly due to our situation and the fact that the owner was good friends with my grandpa. The job was tough, long, and didn't pay enough. Every day I would leave angry and upset.
At one point, I forget when, a guy just showed up at the store. I didn't take much heed to him at that point. He would show up at opening, wait in isle 3 sometimes standing, sometimes sitting, until closing, and then leave. None of the other employees seemed to care about him until one day, a few months after he started coming. The manager put it upon me to get rid of him, "no matter what it takes" he said.
So, I tried. I went up to the guy and told him, "I'm sorry sir. Some customers have been complaining about you being here. My manager told me to ask you to leave."
The guy turned his head slightly and half looked at me with a look that said "I'm sorry but no." then he looked back at the rows and rows of sweets that stood across from him. I went back to my manager.
"sorry sir, he won't go."
"hmmm, well you have 2 weeks to make him leave or else you're fired."
"what?"
"you heard me. Fired."
"yes sir" I said with a frown on my face.
I knew it in my head. My job was as good as gone.
AN: hey guys, if you are reading this then that means that you are tolerent enough to read my story throughout, GOOD FOR YOU. Now, I still need characters for my story, I am accepting plotlines, and if anyone is interested in beta reading, I might be hiring. It pays a grand total of $0. but you also get recognition as my beta reader. Those who wish to be beta reader must be creative. I need characters so send me a character profile for a character in my story. If I like it the best then I will both put it in my story and that person will be my new beta reader. (I love contests) all other characters will still most likely be put into the story. Please help me. Thanks.