Maybe Tomorrow

Chapter 7 - Time to see how good I got

Well goddamn, two year have already passed. I finally graduated from school and am now working as an artisan/smithy. My boss's name is Mr.Jacobs. He was originally a mechanic before the wall, but made the transition afterwards. It is good money, but man my back hurts, actually a lot. Man when is the last time that I took a day off. I pretty much started working after I graduated. Mr Jacobs sure had a lot to say and it didn't help that he spoke like he snorted crack every morning. Man's mouth was like flowing water when he decides to start. He was extremely stoic at first, I found out later that both his wife and daughter were taken from him. He did have a tv,key word within the sentence is had, but it soon came to it's death as he soon got fed up with all of the president's lies and remarks. I still find bit and pieces around, those i usually resmelt those for smaller pieces. Of course the first time I used the furnace I nearly burned the motherfucker down. Of course my ears had to suffer Mr. Jacobs color wordplay after the event, but I learned and it soon became natural to me. I went from just making small keys and some larger beams to anything I could imagine. I made a few swords and daggers, but Jacobs didn't like weapons so melted them back down. My body suffered as the work I was doing was tiring as fuck. I mean between the weight of all the materials, to the intense heat, to the focus needed to make sure that I wouldn't die in a fiery explosion, you could say that my job was interesting everyday. Until the day Mr.Jacobs was attacked. Poor bastard didn't even see it coming. Apparently one of the neighbors heard a small commotion and soon after to go and check on him.... well he wasn't all in one piece. The chopped him up like a roasted pig and dished him out all over the damn place. I mean the workshop did need a new coat of paint, but his blood definitely wasn't the proper choice. The police were called and they started the investigation, but there wasn't really much to investigate. Like what in the actual fuck are you supposed to do. The evidence is everywhere and not a single person saw what happened except the man who killed Mr.Jacobs and the puddle that we now call Mr.Jacobs. I was upset yea for many a reason, one they thought I did it, two I was almost surely out of a job and three they thought I did it. Now to my luck I was the only one who could work the foundry and pull off the jobs that Mr. Jacobs had taken on before his untimely demise, so they didn't lock me up and I continued to work only now I had to get good and that sure as hell was easier said than done. Man people are annoying as fuck, all they did was complain about small scratches and dents like bruh gimme a break. I went from an apprentice to owner in literally a blink of an eye and you want sudden perfection. But, for now I guess it is just time for me to grind it out and continue working on my craft. I have a feeling though that things are going to change and people are going to take an L.