Lost Memory

Chapter I : Solarius City

Getting up in the morning is one of the daily stages of life. It is also the one I hate the most. Why? Because I must work all my muscles when it is the beginning of a day. A new day means a new day of work and suffering. That is why. Being a jewel polisher is not the easiest job in the world. By my experience, it is just a place where your boss complains about the quality of your work and insult you for no reasons.

Finally, after all these thoughts, I open my eyes. My dog, Mr. Biscuit, has not woken up yet. Good, because I do not have the money to buy him food yet. These dogs eat a ton! I silently get out of bed hoping that Mr. Biscuit does not wake up. I checked the window to see today's weather. Quite sunny today. I look at the clock and it is 6 AM!

My job starts at 6:50 AM and I am not even dressed yet! Drat, I am going to get fired. It is not the first time anyway. I hurried up to take clothes from my wardrobe. I put on my usual outfit and exit my house. The way to the city should take between 45 to one hour. Gotta hurry. Thus, I start jogging until I get to the forest.

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In the horizon, Solarius City comes into view. I hope that one day, I will be able to live there. The walls around the castle are immense. Arrived, the guards at the main entrance glared at me. They are suspecting me of something, I think. Anyways, I pass through the gate, ignoring them. They never do anything useful and always get in my way. At least, they cannot disturb me without proof. As I make my way to my jewelry store, I approach a fruit stand and casually snatch an apple from the wooden container. Luckily, the vendor was busy bargaining with a customer. It made my job easier. Munching on my snack, I was lost in my thoughts and ended up finishing my food. Suddenly, Mr. Biscuit appears from the Heavens and saves me from my trashy life. I promised to myself to double his usual portion! (P-S: She is becoming insane.)

-Hey! Stop daydreaming and get your butt over here right now!

I open my eyes, realizing that I still have a garbage life. In front of me was a man that I plan to strangle. It was my boss. He has the audacity to be a head taller than me, and even has a long ugly nose. His dark brown eyes were filled with arrogance and avidity. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was tapping his foot. This old man was obviously impatient.

-You are way too late today. Yesterday was your last chance. Urgh, I knew engaging newbies like you was a bad choice.

-Wha-

-Plus, you have no proper etiquette when addressing your superiors, commoner!

I awfully want to throw my eaten apple at him. I proceeded to endure his lecture before countering his argument.

-I woke up too late. It's natural. Besides, I am THE best polisher in history! You can't fire me like that! (P-S: She is not better than her actual boss.)

-Not even in a MILLION years will you have such skill! Now, go do your work because I shall not waste time on a lowlife like you! (P-S: He talks like that because he is a noble.)

-Yeah, old man, I grumbled.

-Hum? What did you say?

-I shall do my work with effort and passion, I cheered.

My voice was not convincing at all. At least, my boss did not seem affected by my vulgar language. Thus, I entered the jewelry store with my good humor in tatters. The sound of the bell resonated throughout the shop. Large display cases were installed on expensive ebony wood. They were scattered all over. The tiny lantern hanging from the ceiling could not light the entire boutique. The employee always forgets to open the curtains. I wonder why she is not fired already. (P-S: Says the one who is always late for work.) My coworkers are ''incredibly happy'' to see me. I look at the cashier and give him an obvious forced smile. He glares at me without saying a word. He glances at the clipboard on his desk and disappears behind the staff door. I successfully failed to socialize with him. At last, he emerges back to the counter, carrying a pile of boxes. Staggering from the weight, he drops the packages on his bureau.