Anything but Fake

Chapter One

The first chapter.

The day started out bad enough. 

I had just ran home from school, gotten to my one-desk apartment, done my homework, and then I had to run to the shop for my shift. 

Now you might be thinking, Why does a 15 year old have a job?  Well, it's actually a really short story. My parents died, I had nothing because my uncle took all of it, my siblings decided not to help me, and I was left with basically nothing.

Then, I started working shifts, and after a while (like 1 year but still) I was able to rent an apartment. Well, more of a desk. Yeah, my life was horrible.

On top of that, everyone at my school was intent on bullying me. Great life, am I right?

Anyway, that day, I ran to the shop to start my shift. As soon as I got in, my fellow employee, Rubina, threw an dusty, green apron to me. 

"Get working," Rubina muttered.

Doesn't everyone in this world love me?

That day, I had to deal with Mrs. Vanderwictz, the worst customer of all. She was into bargaining and such, so she apparently tried to strike deals with us, and if she couldn't, she stormed out.

But this time was different.

After she left, my phone bleeped. I grabbed it. Mrs. Vanderwictz had posted a pic of the store saying, Overpriced and bad employment. And the comments were actually agreeing with her! All eyes turned to me as I looked into the others' faces.

"OUT!" screamed the store's manager.

I had a feeling I had just lost my job.

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I walked home in the shivering rain, cursing at God for putting me in this predicament. WHYYYYYYYYYY. I glared up at the sky only to get a face full of water. I didn't even have an umbrella. 

This is officially the worst day ever, I thought. It can't get any worse.

I jinxed it.

"HEY YOU!" shouted a man. He wore a dark coat.

I stared him down. "Do NOT talk to me like that."

I know I've been sounding like a helpless little girl, but I'm more than people expect me to be. If you ask any of my friends, they would say that I'm a super sassy b-word. (I don't like cussing srry :)

Except some people still think I'm helpless.

"HEY LET GO OF HER!"

I looked up just in time to see a guy about my age emerging from the shadows. He glared down at everyone and when his eyes met mine, a look of understanding dawned on his face.

"Actually, it looks like you got this."

I grinned and went into the fight.

The first guy came at me and I punched him straight in the face. I heard a crack in there. He's probably fine.

The second guy went down with one kick.

The third guy had a knife. That didn't go so well.

For him.

Those people were half drunk. I could fight them in my sleep.

As soon as the last guy was knocked out (well it was more like he ran away) I breathed a heavy breath and glared up at the roof.

The boy who was in the shadows looked visibly scared and was trying to tiptoe away.

"Get down here you coward," I scowled at him.

He hopped down slowly. "You are... brilliant."

I rolled my eyes. "This happens everyday."

"Why don't you just take a taxi or something? Or have your parents pick you up?"

I sighed. Why would I explain it to him?

"Forget it." I said and walked into the stormy street.

When I finally got home, I sat in the chair next to the desk I had, ready to sleep. Like I said, the apartment was the only thing I could afford. No bed. Just a mini bathroom, and a desk with a rickety chair that groaned under the slightest pressure.

So yeah, that's a normal day.

Except for that boy. Who was he? What was he doing there? Would I see him again?

Unfortunately that was just one day of many days to come. 

I should have just taken the long route home.

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