It was hard to get a job when you had a record. Fortunately for him, he just needed to keep his nose clean and he'd be free of those worries in just a few months. Then his records would be esponged and he'd be good to go. Then what? It wasn't like Seth saw himself going to school. He'd probably just work as a mechanic in some shop and make do with what he was given. One thing was for sure, if he could, he was getting custody of his brother and getting them a real home. It was the town's way of saying that they pitied the boys and were willing to give them a place. Personally, Seth just thought it was a way of the school making itself look good but, whatever. It beat out foster care.
Fortunately, he was in the center with a boy who's dad worked at the local music store in the mall. Seth was huge on music and so he knew a lot about a lot. His friend hooked him up with a job. The other male had long since gone off to college but Seth was enjoying his time there. He was getting close to being manager there and he was getting the best hours of anyone else. Not to mention, he got great discounts on CDs and movies and his boss said that he'd let him sell his band's CD when they finally got one up. How much better could it get?
Today was going a little slow but he'd made a few sales and he had time to stock up the shelves. He'd get asked for help from time to time but nothing too much. Army of Anyone's Father Figure was playing in the background and Seth bobbed his head to the music while he put away a few CDs, checking out a chick on the other side of the rack from him.