I'm Not Ok!!

Chapter 1

Note: Miles uses she/her pronouns on Annie because she doesn't know their pronouns. The next story will use the right ones.

Welcome to hell.

As a convenience store cashier, you would think that I had gotten used to this job by now. Well you'd be wrong. I can't do this shit. I make minimum wage, all the customers treat me like shit, and my coworkers are assholes!

Well...almost all of them are assholes. There is one girl I can talk to. Her name is Annie. God, if she were a flavor, they would be a root beer candy float. Super sweet, but still mellow enough to hang with. I'm too scared to ask for her number. She's so fine, i wish i could just...

"Helloooo? Miss? MISS!"

Ah shit, I zoned out. I look down to see a little boy, around 9 years old. I don't hate kids, I'm actually a sucker for those cute, innocent cheeks, but a job like this, makes me question why I still enjoy seeing a kid smile. I attend to the kid, and he asks for the "adult stuff" behind me, pointing to the cigarette case, i explain that what's behind me isn't candy, but he doesn't listen. Oh god, there comes his mom, another 30 year old Karen. I explain that no, I'm not calling your child a bitch, I'm saying he can't get his old man a pack of cigs. If I did, I would be out of a job.

Then again, that bitch Becky (ugh) got caught fucking her boyfriend doggy style in the restroom on her break, and she's still here. So maybe they don't give two shits. Aaron, another bitch, also got caught stealing from the store not once, but TWICE. They gave his ass a warning and that was it. I guess he slutted his way out of a firing. That, or his daddy got money. No way a high schooler is still here after that scandal. I really hope tomorrow, Annie is here. She's the only person who's eyes i don't wanna rip out. Roll back, maybe, but-

Miles, what the hell are you thinking! You and that girl haven't even talked that much. She doesn't know your ass. She doesn't know anything about other than your name, and the fact that you work here. The poor girl, she doesn't even know you think of her this way. You're so dirty!

So why do I still feel like I need her?

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Thank god, it's almost over. Only a few more minutes. This girl named Veronica, the person I'm currently working with, is doing lottery tickets for people over there. I never understood lottery tickets. I mean, why place your faith in something that you know you have such a slim chance at getting? It's only a game based on luck anyways, and frankly, I will never win those games. I don't win luck based shit. I'm not good at guessing, or trying to pick right.

If I could, I still wouldn't. It's useless anyways, to get your hopes up just to fail? I don't get it! I pack up my shit and get ready to go home, so I can finally stream another game, but my boss stops me. Ugh, what does she want NOW? I swear if she asks me to cover overtime again...

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I'm covering overtime again. I wish I could die right here. But how come stupid Veronica gets to go home? Favorites, I guess. My boss said I'll have another coworker to deal with. Great. Who could it be this time?

A few minutes go by, and everyone is gone except me. It's 8:22 at night, why can't I be home? I hear the door open. God, who could it be-

Oh. My. God.

ANNIE??