Author's Note
To make things more convenient for me, currently as a lazy author, and to make the story smoother to read for the audience, I will not be putting spaces for real-life inserts in the text. Instead, I will make the character's traits ambiguous enough for the reader to visualize the character in whatever way they please. The only thing I will keep as a self-insert is (Y/N) to make things convenient for you as well. The main character is technically a female, but if you would like to imagine otherwise, please allow yourself to do so.
With this in mind, enjoy the story!
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"Mom, come on please. I seriously have considered suicide by seppuku at least ten times a day when I'm in there. Business is terrible and there is nothing but junk to sell anyway! You know there was one time where my only customer in a whole day was a creepy guy with glasses and buckteeth? Yeah, he had the cliche yellow plaid-tucked in shirt with baggy blue jeans and the chunky white dad shoes. Guess what he bought from the shop? The singing fish on the wooden plaque, where you press the button and it sings and moves around? The weirdest part was, he was smiling and rubbing his hands back and forth while he waited for me to ring it up for him! Who knows what he's done with the poor plaque." I take a deep breath and brush my hair out of my face as I calm down from my rant. I raise an eyebrow to my mother. She sighed and looked up from the sudsy dishes in the sink while she tries to begin her "It's the family business" speech.
"Sweetheart, I get that you're bored in there, but business will pick up soon. I promise, we always get new merchandise to sell in the beginning of the new year when customers flood in our doors to pawn their family's old handed down heirlooms after Christmas." She says with a playful smile. I huff out my breath and look down at the floor. She could never just see things from my perspective, and who could blame her. She's worked in the pawnshop for nearly 10 years before it was my turn to take up the mantel.
"Look, honey, things will get better. You never know what will happen in that store. Pretty amazing things have happened." She says while turning off the water tap and dried her hands off. "More than you'd expect." I considered the possibility of the old pawnshop being a magical place, with unkempt wonder and a place for imagination. But then I remember the aisles of unaligned junk, the stuffy interior, the tile floor covered in a thin film of dust no matter how many times I've swept it, the rickety fan that sputters when it spins, and the weird customers we get almost daily buying even weirder trinkets. I shudder away the thought and turn back to her.
"Why can't I just get my own job? You know, one I would actually be good at? I've heard the story of the "Family Job Tradition" a trillion times, but I'm 19 years old now! I should have a place of my own, at least." My mom turns to me, her recently washed hair shining under the kitchen light. She wipes her forehead. Summer in this state can get very hot and humid sometimes. I always preferred more muted weather.
"(Y/n), I've told you a billion times and I don't want to tell you a billion more. Just work at the pawnshop until you have enough money to at least afford a dorm with your friends. School is starting back up again and I'm sure you don't want to be living with your parents when that happens. You said yourself, you should at least have a place of your own now. You would have a place of your own if you would stop complaining about the pawnshop and save up your money. That's all I'm gonna say about this issue. Now get upstairs and brush your teeth. You have to keep up appearances."
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Fanfic(DISCONTINUED) Forced into a job you hate, you are a cashier at a local pawn shop. The business is painfully slow, and you seriously consider quitting and starting fresh in an entirely new area. Until one day, fate has changed your life and has pres...
