"Thanks for choosing 711 for your munchie needs! Do come again!" I said faking a wide grin as I waved goodbye to a middle aged man leaving the building. It's 12 AM and weirdly enough, people actually visit 711 at these hours. They mostly come for cigs and alcohol but I don't mind.
"I wonder how my mom is doing" I thought to myself longingly as I started to drift into space. "The whole reason I'm here was because of all my mothers sacrifices, and despite that reason I always treated her like shit. I never understood her struggles, so what made me think I was worthy of judging her like that?" I heard the faint beeping of the door alarm ringing to alarm the entrance of a new customer. Unintentionally uninterested, I turned and gave a bland "welcome to 711", not even looking up to see the customer's face.
"Talk to me with more respect you fat pig" declared an annoyed voice as his footsteps approached the register.
"Shit", I thought to myself, "I know that voice... that's... that's Brendt!" Surely enough, as I raised my head, staring directly at me was Brendt Kane surrounded by Derek and his posse
"Well we meet again don't we piggy?" He sneered menacingly as he loomed closer towards me.
"I don't mean trouble," I said shaking, "I just work here"
"Tell you what piggy, give me some cigs for free and I'll forget our little bump in this morning" he proposed. That was one of the most embarrassing points of my life. Why did I actually think that someone like Brendt and Maddie would accept me as their friend?
"I'm sorry but I can't", I said fearfully, "I need to see proper identification to prove your older than 21"
"Just give me the damn cigarettes you dick" he yelled as he slammed his fist into the lotto storage in the register, managing to crack the plexiglass protector. "Derek, do as you please with him" he said as he picked up food and stole it from the building.
"Im a fucking loser" I screamed and cryer as I tried to go asleep. My shift had ended and I had gone home after closing up shop. Derek and his posse had decided to strip me naked, take pictures of me, and post them online. Once again I became a laughing stock, and on the same day of a public beat down. Life wasn't getting any better for me at this new place. I wanted to die. I hurried into the kitchen to retrieve a long serrated knife which I would use to stab myself in the chest. But as I got up from my bed, my attention directed towards my new sleeping body. He was so handsome, muscular, and no one would think twice to do these things to him. "I'm just going to have to adapt", I said fighting back tears, "Tonight, I change my life for the better... as Clark Stane".
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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...
