Chapter 1 .:No Tiltle Yet:.I swear there was no way that I could get any more tan.
If I was to get more tan than I was now, I would become black, no doubt.
So if I was to stay out in this screaming hot sun any longer, I was surely going to become black.
Shit, I already listened to rap. I already did rap. All I needed was gangster clothing and Id be all set.
But I would not let this shitty job make me change ethnicities.
I dragged the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away salty sweat that was literally leaking from my pores. I hated this job. I really, really hated this job. And still, I ask myself every day why I work here, and why I wanted to work here in the first place.
It was the only place that was actually hiring, or at least the only place that would hire a sixteen-year-old like myself. But I couldve looked a little longer, at more places. I hate the outdoors. I hate flowers. I hate excessive sun and sweating and all of the other bullshit I had to be put through. Why couldnt th