I walked down the street to the cafe. The Clubhouse is what it was called. Everyone went there. For one reason or another. I walked in and went to the locker room in the back.
No, not a public locker room. It's a locker room for employees. I redid the braid and pinned it up. I put on my uniform and went out.
Yes, I have a job. And after this, I have to go to my other job. I don't get home till three, then I'm abused, then I get three hours of sleep.
(Time skip.)
I came home. Lucy and Damian, my adoptive parents were passed out on the couch. Beer in hand. I rolled my eyes. I went up to my room and dropped the mail on my desk. Bills and death letters. Nothing new.
I looked at the bill.
200$ in beer alone?!? 100$ on cigerates?!? What the hell?!? Shit... The bills alone... Dam it. I need to work over time for a week. And I have to pay it off by the twenty forth...
Two weeks... I sighed. I opened the death letters and read them. On the second one tears were already falling. By the last one I was sobbing. I looked at a dark wooden box on it's own shelf, polished and locked. I walked over to it and opened it.
It's what they want...
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The Outcast •Finished•
FanfictionA modern Hiccstrid where Astrid and Hiccup meet in middle school while he's being bullied by the gang, in highschool the tables turn on Astrid. A class project brings them together now they have to figure out if it's for the worse or better?
