You lived in the town Ramshackle. It was a bore. The only ‘fun’ things that happened, were the pageants. For kids were yelled and forced to wears heavy makeup to win..TEN BUCKS?! Those parents are desperate, I guess. The thought of it made you shiver. Your parents wanted you in show to ‘not put your beauty in waste.’ You were definitely insecure, and especially in this place. And with these people. They only made it worse.

You worked at a convenience store to make some extra cash. Though your parents were fine with the bills, you wanted your own money. To not rely on them for everything. But today, you were working the long shift. Because you were late, three days in a row. You grudgingly agreed for the sake of your job. And now, you were stuck. And having to work twelve hours straight. 7:00am to 7:00pm. Yay..? Ha, no ‘yay’s for you!

The hour passed. You counted the people that came in. Eight so far. You propped yourself up with your elbow. Your cheek in your hand. Your elbow on the counter. Your foot tapped impatiently for someone to come in. You huffed and your foot tapped faster. You instantly looked up as someone came in. He had black messy hair, a black shirt, and a baggy gray jacket. He small had black earring, a belt, and bags under his eyes. He was none other than a scrap. Or what people called homeless people in your town.

He walked in. A cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His boots quietly made a sound after each step. You stared at him. He payed little to no attention to you as he looked around. He stoped at the alcohol isle. He glanced at all the bottles, a hand on his chin. You stared at him, like a creep. You changed your gaze as you realized you probably were weirding him out. You looked away, embarrassed by your own actions. He headed out the store. You tilted your head. He didn’t buy anything? As he was about to leave, you saw that he had a bottle of beer in his hand. Covered by his coat.