May.
The day is cool, an autumn day. I suppose most days are cool, but this one feels right, it feels... good.
Slipping on my coat, I leave my mom's house.
I need a job, I need to go to college, but, why is my worth determined by that? Can't I get a job? Why do I need college?
I suppose I should try. My mom probably hates me living here.
I just need a job, no idea where to look.
I glance around, looking at those stores that have "NOW HIRING" and bright, bold letters.
I look through the window at a bookshop I like.
That's convenient, it's almost as if I were one of those protagonists in those books, who gets everything. No matter how hard their quest is, they always reach the end. I guess... I wish I had that, I wish I had the perfect life, I wish I could do stuff.
I hate this, honestly, I do want to do something.
And I should start with a job.
{...}
"You got the job?" My mom questions me, as if surprised I'd be trying to make money.
"Yep, I'm a librarian." I mutter, it's not the job I wanted but...
"I'm so proud of you! Oh, this'll be amazing. Oh! Can you help me unload groceries from the car?"
"Yeah!" I love helping my mom, it feels so relaxing, I feel like a good person for grabbing every bag from the car.
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I feel like a good person for grabbing every bag from the car, maybe I am, maybe I've just hid it for so long.
I stretch, I'm so excited to make money!
{...}
Maybe my story should end with a sound conclusion, but I don't have those. I'm four weeks into my job. But, I guess I don't want an ending. I'm just... May, an eighteen year old from California.
So, that's my ending for you. Not for me.
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escapism.
TerrorEach character has a short story that's only a few words long, but things go terribly wrong, their lives start crashing with one another. Note: some readers may have trouble reading this novel, words get scrambled and odd. It gets truly weird, not...
