Day 1 - Dana

I was sixteen when I first met him. There were two types of kids in our school—those who had after school jobs, and those rich jerks who didn’t. I was neither. Technically, I fell into the second category since my parents had money for days, but they made me work. It didn’t matter to me, though. I liked working. I liked getting away from my parents for a while, so I worked part-time at a local grocery store that employed teenagers for cheap pay. It was hot, just a few days into the school year, and he was sitting in the freezer in the stockroom eating strawberry ice cream right out of the carton.

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