Chapter 1

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Karl's POV:
It's currently 5:42am, I wake in my usual doorway next to the local library. I wake up to the sound of cars beeping. I rub my sleepy eyes and tilt my head up, wondering what's going on.

There is a pot hole in the road again, causing a lot of traffic and distress. I laugh to myself and yawn, carelessly.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and check my Twitter feed. It's dry. I decide to switch to Instagram to see that I've got a new message.

The message is from my best friend, Alex, but I call him Quackity. It's a dumb nickname I thought of when we were kids.

I read the message, my vision still a bit blurry because of my lack of sleep.

QuackityHQ
Heyy. We meeting up at the library again?

I type a quick reply 'yes' and then shove my phone back into my pocket.

Quackity knows about my home situation. He offers for me to sleep round his house a few times but I decline most of the time because I don't want to be a burden on his family. But, I do appreciate his invitation.

I begin packing up my bag and swinging it round my shoulder. I then look back at the traffic and roll my eyes. I begin dragging my worn out,exhausted feet across the old, gritty pavement.

When I get to the outside of the library Alex is already there, waiting for me. I smile at him as he waves. He is in his white Range Rover and pulls the passenger seat door open for me to climb in. I climb in the car and give my friend a high-five and then throw my rucksack on the back seats.

Alex starts driving, while singing along to the radio. The song 'Sweater Weather' comes on and I start humming along with the tune.

I laugh and rest my head on the chair and close my eyes. I'm so shattered, all I wanna do is sleep.

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