Why Should you Care?

Will Work for Fries

                   I woke up behind the Dollar Store. I've 'lived' here for around two months, ever since my oh so kind and caring mother kicked me out when I came out as transgender. Yes, I am perfectly aware that I am biologically a female, yes I know I'm going to hell. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the growling of my stomach. I reached for my box of crackers that I bought from the store that I reside behind a week ago. 'Damn' I thought as I discovered that the box was empty. Then I remembered that there was a pub a few blockes down. Being only thirteen, I obviously couldn't drink, but pubs usually have cheap food.  I don't think I could have eaten anymore crackers anyway. No, I wanted fries. I had a couple dollars, that should be enough to cover them. I get up and start walking. Within five minutes, I was standing in front of the pub. The place was called Grillby's. I walked through the doors and prayed that no one stared at me.

                  I walked up to the bar and sat down. The owner, a decent sized guy made out of fire, looked at me kinda weird, probably because this place was a bar, technically. The guy, who I assume is Grillby, came up to me and asked what I wanted. "Fries" I stated, trying to lower my voice a little to match my appearance. "Anything else?" I shook my head no. "Ok, I'll have it out in a couple minutes." While I was waiting, I decided to watch the small television I the corner. Weirdly enough, it was on CNN ( keep in mind this is a bar). I watched as the whole world was all out of whack and totally freaking out about how then United Kingdom was leaving the European Union. I know I should care, but I've never been one for this kind of stuff. I was pulled out of the news broadcast by the sound of my plate being put on the bar. "Thank you" I said. Grillby nodded in response and gave me my bill.

               I should have asked how much the fries were, because I was about fifty cents short. I got  Grillby's attention, and in a low voice I  explained my situation. " I can work to pay it off, sir. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it." The hothead thought for a moment, " You can pay me back by washing dishes for the rest of the day." " Of course, sir" I said, my checks burning in embarrassment. How could I be so stupid. Grillby led me to the kitchen and gave me an apron and a pair of rubber gloves. I promptly got to work. I wasn't  slacking off at all, or at least I hoped not. I owed this guy money, and I need to fix my reputation with him some how. Six hours later, it was closing time, and I had just finished up. I hung up my apron and put the gloves on the counter that Grillby had gotten them from. i was just about to leave when he said " hey, wait kid. Do you need a job, because you worked really well today and I've had a spot open for a while, what do you say?" I stood in shock for a few moments before I kind of yelled " Heck yeah!" This was the best thing I had experienced in a long time. "Wait, what's your name?"  I thought for a moment, I hadn't thought of a new name for my identity. " Call me Davey! " I decided. Davey, I like it.

Authors note: I am agender and not transgender. I am not going to pretend I know what it's like to be trans , and I don't want to offend anyone. Please tell me if the way I portray Davey upsets you in anyway, preferably by private message so we can work something out. Other than that, I hoped you enjoyed reading.