I could feel more tears coming, but I heard them back.

"G-G-Get off of m-m-me..." I barely whisper.

Craig looks at me and backs up, "Are you okay? I mean, you looked like someone just threatened to kill you back there."

"I-it's nothing." I begin to walk away. Please don't stop me. Please don't stop me. Don't make it worse.

"Hey, wait. Where are you going?" Craig asks grabbing my shirt sleeve.

I rip my hand away, "N-no where. I-I have to g-go to work..."

"Oh."

I start walking away again and this time he doesn't stop me. I see him star to follow me, when Clyde runs over and starts talking to him. Craig keeps glancing over here.

Once I get to work, I sigh and put on my apron. The work day goes by slow, like usual.

Cartman showed up and just made complaints to me and tortured me through part of my shift. Along with costumers getting angry at me for taking to long making their orders.

Then at the end of my shift I close up and walked out of the building.

I don't want to go home, but I have to. My dad would yell at me. I hope he wasn't drinking today.