Teenage Dirtbag

16

My time at the bakery was scarce. I hadn't been showing up to work like I should have, which wasn't a good idea for me.

"Harry where have you been? We've been a complete wreck without you!" I sighed from the cold, grabbing my apron and giving Nelly a hug.

"I know, my dad showed up again and things fell downhill from there. I'm very sorry I've been absent but I am trying to get it back together." She smiled at me, handing me the broom so I could do the daily clean.

"Hey look who's back!" Tara walked out, Damian following after her.

"Hey sorry I've been gone so long, things at home are a bit hectic.." I smiled with a hint of embarrassment. I pulled her into a hug, moving towards Damion.

"Little dude look at you! I almost can't call you that anymore!" He laughed along with me, as I playfully pushed him.

"Well I could say the same about you, it's been a while." I shrugged, grabbing the broom. "Home is where the struggle is brother." He chuckled, grabbing another broom for himself.

My job here was a gift. Everyone was welcomed and we all treated eachother fairly. Nelly and Tara knew my rebel stage would pass, but they didn't care about what I acted like out of my job. It was the fact that I was respectful of them and kind to them while I had my shift.

I usually swept the floors, made dough for the bread and doughnuts, then cooked them. Damion was the newest member of our clan, what Tara likes to call us.

When Nelly opened the bakery, my nostrils drew towards it everytime I'd walk passed, trying to get to the coffee shop.

When Damion first came, I was a little hard on him. I gave him a little more work than he needed but I soon realized I was being rude, something I wasn't around here. I was a different person when I worked, but sometimes I wish I could act the way I do here everywhere.

I was different then everyone else, they all had a great hope for me. I always thanked them for that.

I had mentioned to Nelly about our schools lunch needing bread, easily hooking the company up and getting paid double time.

We were well known, not only because I got the school to order bread from us, but because Tara made Damion walk around town and school, telling everyone to come visit us.

"Harry, Damion, come on back and get some doughnuts ready for display!" Damion and I scrambled in back, getting prepared to cook the doughnuts.

"How's school?" The freshman he was, I'd hoped he wasn't bullied at his school. He shrugged, putting plastic gloves on as he shaped them.

I covered some of them in the ingredients they called for, placing them on the cookie sheet for Damion to shape.

"It's getting better." I looked over to him, making sure he was okay.

"Nobody is picking on you are they?" He shook his head, poking a hole in the middle of the dough. I rounded a chunk of dough for him, slapping it on the cookie sheet.

"Not anymore. The football team decided they got bored of me, even said it to my face.." I shook my head.

"It's not right. If it happens again, you let me know okay?" He nodded, continuing to poke holes in the middle of the dough. Me and Damion joked and laughed for a bit, continuing to make and shape the dough before cooking.

The bell that I was so used to chimed, making all our attention go toward the front.

I walked to the entrance, smiling from the joke Damion had made. I wiped my hands on my apron, hearing sokething hit the floor. I looked up, seeing coffee all over the floor.

"What th-" my eyes popped out at, seeing her stand there, just as shocked as I was.