The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen

Chapter 69 - Nice

Monday morning, we meet again. I'm not expecting much from you... other than a slight chance of rain in the evening.

It's nice to have the house to myself again. No one is due home until around five this evening. Pure bliss. I have all the freedom to listen to as many Eurovision songs as I want and as loud as I want. I could bake, I could clean, I could... fuck it I'll make a video. First, though, I'm heading down to the park to help clean up and get some fresh air.

Litter really gets on my nerves y'know. It's unpleasant, it's an eye sore, it's not that hard to put into a bin. There's one part of the road that always has takeout wrappers dumped on the ground. It's most likely someone having to die the "evidence" of their meal. It's... weird. And gross. Could be a domestic violence issue though. Jeez, now that I think about it. Anyway, time to get down here and get the park sorted. If there's no one else around... then I'll do it myself. Be the solution, make the change. It'll be a better world for the birds and the bees anyway.

It's certainly a quiet morning around here. The usual commuters have commuted, only a few cars and cyclists have passed by me. My senses feel heightened with the crisp, chill air flowing through my lungs. There is a slight slither of sunshine sneaking through the clouds. It isn't a bad morning, I guess, though I do feel like it could be better than this. Certainly warmer. But hey, it's not raining for once. A dry, calm morning outside is better than a wet, stormy and noisy morning indoors.

The overlooking office buildings are buzzing with activity. Workers are smashing away at keyboards one tap at a time, others are carrying large amounts of paper, some are in conference rooms being shown a presentation, probably about how to make the CEO richer. I can certainly see an office fling happening, do they realise anyone in the area can see through the window? Too caught up in the moment I'd say.

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E: [busy picking litter]

C: [walks over] Evin, how long have you been here?

E: I thought you were at uni?

C: I didn't go today I couldn't be bothered, I saw your icon on the map so thought I'd come join you.

E: [whispering] I'd kiss you if we weren't in public.

C: [whispering] But you can when we go home.

E: [hugs excitedly]

C: C'mon, we better get this sorted.

E: Alright. [continues picking litter]

C: How long have you been here?

E: About... eh I'd say three hours. This is quite a big park anyway.

C: How much have you done?

E: This is the last quarter of the park I'd say. I also did the walk and plan on doing the other side of the walk on the way home.

C: If you're not gonna do it, then who will?

E: I'm surprise the yummy mummies aren't out in their droves.

C: They're too middle class for that, don't you know?

E: You're right. They couldn't let their little Oscars know that they were touching litter like the underclasses do or some bullshit.

C: To be fair I did overhear a small group of mummies once outside Marino talking about how they could never do such a "dirty" thing. [holds up litter picker claw] We don't touch the actual rubbish itself.

E: Do you not remember the huge initiative Marino tried to take?

C: The litter one?

E: Aye. Those assholes many years our seniors who also tried getting me thrown out of the music department were also very anti-taking care of the god damn planet. Why are middle class folks such pricks at times?