You would think based on the fact I've been alive for 23 years now I would know who I am, what I like, and who I want to be. You would be wrong. "Jane!" The landlord screamed, "You better have my rent; it's due tomorrow!" She said as she just walked up to her apartment that's upstairs above the book store I'm renting. I just wish that crazy old landlord stayed off my back sometimes. This book store isn't even in that good of condition, so what's the point of even caring so much about its rent? As I was locking the door of the store, I saw a flyer of a place looking for employees. I put the flyer in my coat pocket so I can look at it and see if I'm qualified for the job later.
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Who am I?
RandomA young adult comes face to face with a new self-discovery about themselves and tries to accept them for who they are.
