Love, Nevada.

Prequel

When I was young, I used to wish for superpowers.

Every superpower possible.

But now that I'm older, I realize I can't be saved nor gain the powers that I asked for.

Bummer.

I'm Nevada. 17 and still lost, not understanding what to do with my life anymore. Especially in times like these, where it's every man for himself.

I work three jobs every week, so I have to balance my shifts and schoolwork at the same time.

The reason I used to dream about superpowers is because of my shitty parents. The same parents that were never involved in my life. My mom sold me for money and my dad never helped me out, so I was basically a nobody to both of them. As a kid, I used to look for them out the window every night thinking they would return, or it was some sort of prank on me.

But, they never came back.

And it definitely wasn't funny.
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My father was a scientist for over 20 years, and my mother was a successful entrepreneur for a family business, so I never had much attention to begin with. I was bought fancy clothes and toys, just to make up for the lack of attention I received from my parents. Eventually, my father's experiments worked, which caused him to become a vampire in a way, and led him to hide from the world. My mother did not take any interest in me, instead being involved with cocaine and other illicit activities with underage boys. I was sold for money at age 5, and was scared for my life.
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I tell my backstory like it's a running gag or a silly joke, but in reality, it's one of the worst things to happen to a person... let alone a child.

Years later, I'm numb. I rather take pain than be happy because that's what I always endured.

Okay... maybe that's not all the way true. But I am numb in some cases.

Which is why I work in the bartending industry, ironically, in Nevada.
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Today, I work at Rocco's in Las Vegas. 8 pm to 3 am. I'm not happy there, but I have nowhere to stay (that's paid by myself) ; so I have no choice but to work there until I can afford my own place. Oh! By the way, I live with my crazy boss... it's definitely not a good experience.

I enjoy my other bartending jobs, since they don't give me a hard time, they pay me really high, the dancers are great and really sweet, so I always think my time is worth it there.

But Rocco's is my main job throughout the year, so I'm very bored every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. No work on Saturday and Sunday, anywhere.
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I've been searching on Craigslist for a free house with a good roommate and found a guy who left San Francisco to Vegas because of family and rent issues. He looks alright, but he might be a jerk according to his past roommates. I'll meet the guy this weekend for a tour of the house and get to know him. I hope I don't run into trouble in any case.
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Fin.
Enjoy the rest of the book.