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ODD JOB

If you are a teenager, or have ever been one in your life, you know that at some time or another, you just feel worthless. For me, this worthlessness problem lasted for about 2 years, sophomore and junior year of high school. I woke up asking myself, “Why am I here? Why am I doing this? What is the point of it all!?!?!”. I found quickly that keeping myself active was the key to craving this worthlessness, so I joined some sport teams.
It worked for a little bit, until the coach started reinforcing the idea that I was worthless sack of shit, and it didn’t help that I would rather be sitting doing nothing and feeling worthless than practicing a sport anyway.
School clubs were next. I was in every language club and many other random ones. This also was only a temporary solution, because I discovered that you don’t actually do anything in any of the clubs, accept raise money for it, that you don’t spend.
My next logical choice was a job. I applied at my local McDonalds, where they surround you with other people that feel worthless about themselves. KILL ME NOW! I really wished that at the time, and I probably would have killed myself, if it weren’t for Gregory.
I met Gregory on my way to pick up milk one day, he was waiting near the entrance of Kroger. “Hey kid, yeah you… KID! YOU THE ONE IN THE ORANGE SHIRT” he yelled. He got my attention and I joined him. He continued, “ I could really use some help, I’m in a sticky situation. I have 3 errands to do with in the next hour, do you think you could help me with one?” I accepted. “I need you to deliver this to this address.” He handed me a cardboard box and a piece of paper with an address written on it. I knew where it was, so I told him that it wasn’t a problem. He also asked my name, I told him the truth, Jared Olsawald.
That night well after I delivered the package the phone rang, it was Gregory. “Thanks kid, I owe you one, and someone else wants to thank you too. Come down to the Pizzaria tomorrow.”
At the Pizzaria I met Gregory and he took me to a back room, where I met The Godfather. “Jared, thank you very much. It was very important that that package got there on time, because it was a bomb. Consider yourself an accomplice in the murder of Judge Hewershoed, and the newest member of the strongest Mafia in the world.” I won’t lie. I was excited. This was just what I needed.
The rest of junior year and summer flew by in a blur, as me and the Godfather became like father and son. We went fishing every Sunday and participated in a relaxing drive by on Monday. My life was amazing. This is where it gets interesting. On the last fishing trip that me and the Godfather went on, he decided that when he dies, he wanted his empire to belong to me, and had put so in his will. On are Monday drive by, he got shot and died. Oh the irony!! Well, now I’m a senior and high school, and the Godfather of the largest Mafia in the world. Instead of killing myself I kill other people, and you know, it really gives you a meaning in life.

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ODD JOB

If you are a teenager, or have ever been one in your life, you know that at some time or another, you just feel worthless. For me, this worthlessness problem lasted for about 2 years, sophomore and junior year of high school. I woke up asking myself, “Why am I here? Why am I doing this? What is the point of it all!?!?!”. I found quickly that keeping myself active was the key to craving this worthlessness, so I joined some sport teams.
It worked for a little bit, until the coach started reinforcing the idea that I was worthless sack of shit, and it didn’t help that I would rather be sitting doing nothing and feeling worthless than practicing a sport anyway.
School clubs were next. I was in every language club and many other random ones. This also was only a temporary solution, because I discovered that you don’t actually do anything in any of the clubs, accept raise money for it, that you don’t spend.
My next logical choice was a job. I applied at my local McDonalds, where they surround you with other people that feel worthless about themselves. KILL ME NOW! I really wished that at the time, and I probably would have killed myself, if it weren’t for Gregory.
I met Gregory on my way to pick up milk one day, he was waiting near the entrance of Kroger. “Hey kid, yeah you… KID! YOU THE ONE IN THE ORANGE SHIRT” he yelled. He got my attention and I joined him. He continued, “ I could really use some help, I’m in a sticky situation. I have 3 errands to do with in the next hour, do you think you could help me with one?” I accepted. “I need you to deliver this to this address.” He handed me a cardboard box and a piece of paper with an address written on it. I knew where it was, so I told him that it wasn’t a problem. He also asked my name, I told him the truth, Jared Olsawald.
That night well after I delivered the package the phone rang, it was Gregory. “Thanks kid, I owe you one, and someone else wants to thank you too. Come down to the Pizzaria tomorrow.”
At the Pizzaria I met Gregory and he took me to a back room, where I met The Godfather. “Jared, thank you very much. It was very important that that package got there on time, because it was a bomb. Consider yourself an accomplice in the murder of Judge Hewershoed, and the newest member of the strongest Mafia in the world.” I won’t lie. I was excited. This was just what I needed.
The rest of junior year and summer flew by in a blur, as me and the Godfather became like father and son. We went fishing every Sunday and participated in a relaxing drive by on Monday. My life was amazing. This is where it gets interesting. On the last fishing trip that me and the Godfather went on, he decided that when he dies, he wanted his empire to belong to me, and had put so in his will. On are Monday drive by, he got shot and died. Oh the irony!! Well, now I’m a senior and high school, and the Godfather of the largest Mafia in the world. Instead of killing myself I kill other people, and you know, it really gives you a meaning in life.