DAY 413, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER
T: So.
R: So...?
T: Last day.
R: Yep. Last day.
T: I feel so honored to be a part of this. This means a lot to me.
R: Alright. Good for you.
T: Are you excited?
R: To be honest, I'll be happy once I walk out of the building tonight.
T: Tonight?
R: I was lucky to have to work until we're done tonight. I hope that's 9:30 and not later.
T: I hope so, too. I'm gone at 6 PM sharp.
R: Do you want to change shifts? As your gift for my last day?
T: Yeah, I don't think so. It's not that big of a deal.
R: Alright. I see how it really is.
T: Don't be mad, now.
R: No, now you've done it. It's been done.
T: Sorry. I was wondering, are you going to start a new job?
R: No, I'm not. I mean, perhaps in a couple of months. But I haven't been planning anything.
T: Good. You deserve a little rest.
R: Thanks.
T: What are gonna do with all the new time you'll have on your hands? Any plans for those?
R: Not really. My brother isn't doing fantastic in school so I might help him with his stuff.
T: And other than that? Any hobbies you'll be spending more time on?
R: I don't think so. I used to like painting, but I don't think I'll go back to that.
T: What did you used to paint?
R: Abstract things. Just... stripes. Dots. Squares.
T: For the outside observer maybe, but I bet they weren't just shapes to you?
R: No. I put my emotions into it. They meant a lot to me. I even got to sell one once.
T: Really? How did that happen?
R: It was at a school thing. We got to sell stuff to bring in money for some new computers or something. I went with two or three paintings.
T: Did you sell all of them?
R: No, just one. It's abstract, after all. I got a lot of questions from people asking what I painted. Like, what it was.
T: Oh. That isn't really the point of abstract art, is it?
R: Not really, no.
T: Do you remember who bought the painting?
R: It was my art teacher.
T: Really? Awesome. A person who knows a lot about art buys your stuff. That's a great compliment.
R: I guess so. It was nice of them either way.
T: Have you ever tried to sell your stuff for money other than at school? You could make some money from it.
R: Do you really think so? You've never even seen them.
T: So? I know an art teacher bought one once. And now you'll have the time to make paintings again. If you want to, of course.
R: I don't know if I want to. First, I want to enjoy some free time.
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The Stockers (Completed)
Teen Fiction'If I live through this, I can do anything I want. No experience will ever be as awful as this one. I'll come out the other way stronger than ever.' Six stock clerks fight against fatigue and boredom in the store they work at. It creates a bond stro...
