I walked to the 711 that was right in front of school and couple blocks away from my house to see if they'd hire me for the late night cashier position
"Hello, is the position still available?" I asked as I walked through the door. The manager was at the front desk and didn't even look up to see me.
"Yes, it's still available. Who's asking?" He asked as he started to look up.
"My name is Cla-"
"YOURE HIRED!" He yelled as he ran over to greet me.
"Oh um... that's very generous of you" I chuckled nervously, "but I'm actually asking for a friend"
***Fast-Forward to 8:00 PM***
"Sorry but we don't hire high schoolers" said the manager as he eyed me disgustedly and walked towards the register. The position was for me, but in my ugly body. Bartholomew Stane.
"But... but my friend said you told him to refer me" I whined
"I need an experienced person who knows brands and prices. Since you're in high school, I bet you don't even know the names of beer brands, making you unqualified" he started, arms crossed
"Corona, Pacifico, Bud Light, Coors Light, Superior, Budwieser, Miller..." I spewed, trying to make myself sound more experienced. I knew all these brands due to Hells. He would constantly make me buy him beers from convenience stores. One by one, I bought the brands, receiving only punches as rewards. Surprised the manager finally acquiesced.
"Fine, I'll give you the job but don't expect high payment" he added discriminating me, "you start tomorrow afternoon from 8PM-8AM".
"Thank you so much sir" I said as I waddled over to him, "I won't let you down!"

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Binary Understanding
Teen FictionHigh School freshman Bartholomew Stane is tired of his life. Constant harrasment about his appearance and his physical state, from as early as he remembers to the present day, have caused him to fall into depression and even wish death upon himself...