Julie pov:
I woke up to the sound of yelling. I ran downstairs to see what happened. My mom was screaming at my drunk dad. 'Looks like he back again' I thought. "HEY BRAT" my 'dad' called out. "Don't call her a brat asshole" my mom yelled back. "He's a BOY". With that back to arguing they go.
My name is Julie short for Juliette. I'm a trans boy, and my dead name was Jacob. My dad doesn't believe in LGBTQ+ so he yells at me alot for it. I hate that he's back from jail. He did alot of bad things like drugs and auctioning off women. But needless to say life has been pretty good without him until......
"Honey you need to get a job" my mom said to me as I walked downstairs. "I know mom I'm trying" I say with a smile. " You don't understand sweetheart. I lost my job, and your dad took off with a bunch of our money." She frowned. I could tell she was on the verge of tears. I wish could help but no one wanted to hire me. That was until later that night......
*Ring* *Ring*
"Hello. Who is this."
"I've called to see if you're looking for a job"
