Everyone shares a unanimous hatred for you! What are you gonna do about it?

No, you're not. Your mother isn't as forgiving as your father was and officially just kicked you out of the house. There are some clothes and a little money on the table for you to get started. Good luck finding somewhere else to stay...and someone else to hate you.

While you're applying for jobs, your past catches up with you as your former classmates and teachers start recognizing your name on social media and online job boards. They aren't shy about sharing their disdain for you either...

They're calling you every name in the book, sharing stories about how you used to bully them and act like you were better than everyone else. Some are even saying that they hope you end up homeless and destitute after what you did to them.

Hey, you should see what your former classmates just posted about that time you tried to steal their boyfriend in high school... Yeah, they're really not holding back now that you're down.

Your classmates and teachers aren't the only ones watching your every move though... The police have been looking into some of the allegations against you and they're starting to think that maybe you should be behind bars instead of roaming free. They won't forget about you anytime soon, that's for sure.

The only person who picks up the phone is an old high school acquaintance who works at a fast food joint. They don't seem too happy to hear from you, but they say they can maybe find something for you to do...for now.

"Yeah, sure," they mutter reluctantly before giving you the address and hours you'd need to start working. You get the feeling that this is more of a favor to someone else than it is a genuine job offer for you. Good luck finding some friends here...

Your coworkers give you the cold shoulder as you try to introduce yourself and ask where you should start. One of them mutters under their breath, "The boss said we had to find something for you to do...didn't say I had to like it." Another rolls their eyes and points vaguely towards the back before turning away. You get the feeling that this is going to be a long day...

Your old acquaintance is nowhere to be found. They must have already left for the day. The rest of your coworkers ignore you, except when they need something done or if they want to make a snide comment about how pathetic it is that you're even working here.

You don't recognize anyone as the manager, but one of your coworkers who seems to have taken a particular dislike to you says she is "the boss with the keys." They point at an older woman in a suit, pacing behind the counter. She looks just as miserable as everyone else here...

The boss glares at you, her expression somewhere between disgust and pity. "You're that...Prince?" she asks slowly, as if the name is a curse word. "We just found someone else to cover your shift tomorrow, so I guess you can stick around for today." She turns away without another word. Great first impression!

The boss stops and turns back to you with a sigh, rolling her eyes. "Oh, just some people called in sick, that's all." She shrugs, clearly uninterested in your questions. "Now get back to work, you're slowing down the line."

The boss narrows her eyes and takes a step closer to you, lowering her voice. "Listen here, kid," she says through gritted teeth, "you're lucky we even let you work here after everything that's been said about you. Now, do what I tell you or find another job." Her cold stare speaks volumes; your days at this fast food joint are numbered unless you play by her rules.

Your coworkers ignore you until it's time to restock the fryer, then they point at an empty cart and mutter, "You can take that." The silence resumes as soon as you start pushing the heavy vehicle across the floor. The rest of your shift passes in much the same way: grudgingly accepted tasks met with icy glares and stony silence.

The day ends, and you're left wondering if things could possibly get any worse...