Sixteen year old, Chresanto August, is all alone on the streets of Baltimore, Maryland. He left home, fed up with his parents behavior. When leaving, he only brought what he could fit in a book bag. A few pairs of clothes, a small blanket and the ne...
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I sit in the chair, starting to fill out the paperwork, I had made it to work in time. Actually, five minutes early. I fill out age, birthday, pretty much everything he needed, except one thing, address, because as of now, I don't have one. Hopefully I can find a super cheap apartment soon.
I hand my new boss the finished application and his pen, which he quickly scans over. "You forgot your address." He notes.
"I actually don't have one at the moment." I scratch the back of my neck.
"Oh." He nods. "Well, until you do, I'll have to pay you in cash."
"That's fine." I nod. "Thank you, Mr. Lee."
"No problem. Well, you can get to work." He dismisses me, just as someone walks in the room.
"Daddy, can-" The young girl stops speaking and looks at me. "Oh, I didn't realize you were busy. I'll just come back later."
"No, I was just about to get to work." I shake my head.
"So you're the new guy." She smiles. "I'm Shay, his daughter."
"I'm Chresanto." I shake the hand she had held out.
She turns to her father, and I take that as my cue to leave, Mr. Lee had already explained what I was doing. The only thing he forgot to mention is where the tools are. Seeing no one else in the shop, I decide to wait for Shay and ask her, rather than snooping around.
Once she comes out, I stand from against the wall. "Hey, I was wondering if-" She cuts me off before I can get any further in my sentence.
"I have a boyfriend, sorry."
"I was actually just gonna say I was wondering if you could show me where the tools are, Mr. Lee didn't tell me." I clarify.
"Oh." She blushes. "Sorry."
"It's fine."
I follow her to wherever the tools were. "These are the ones you'll be using. Everyone has their on set, that way more than one car can be worked on at a time." She explains. "Just make sure everything is put away before you leave, it's easier to keep track of everything that way, so it's ready for the next shift."
"Okay, thanks." I nod, getting to work. I had already put on the uniform.
"So, my dad said you work quick. He said you got the car fixed in under an hour yesterday." Shay works on a car that was beside me.
"Yeah, I used to work on cars all the time with my uncle, he's a mechanic." I keep my answer simple.
"Oh, so, what's brought you here?" She quizzes.
"Just needed a job." I shrug.
"Ready to get out of your folks' house, huh?" She asks.
"Something like that." I mumble, continuing to work.
