"Jackson is next"
I hear the robotic voice of the train call out my stop and get ready to stand. It's 6am. The sun just came out. I woke up around Cermak and China town about 5 minutes ago.
Getting off the train I see a few familiar faces, but I'm too tired to say hi. I'm assuming they are too. My only concern right now is getting to the library to wash up.
The cold air hits me as I climb up the platform stairs out into the street. Another Day of this shit. I walk hesitantly in the direction I think the library is in. A month on this block, and I still forget what's where, and which way is which. Luckily this time my feet leed me In the right direction and I stumble across the big green building. It takes me about a half a second before my hand reaches the door handle to realize it's 6am. The library isn't open. Fuck.
I hate waking up this early. Every day my bodies natural alarm goes off between 6-8am. A time at which no where is open, no one is awake, and there's nothing to do. Except ride the train. On my way back to he platform I say hi to the familiar faces. Whith nothing to do I wouldn't mind a little conversation, but they're all either too tired or too busy to talk. It's going to be a long morning.
Authors note
Short chapter I know. Just wanted get to writing, and introduce the book.
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the destruction of Venus
Ficción GeneralVenus was a rolling stone. She's lived in two countries, seven states, nine cities, and countless neighborhoods. She's lived everywhere and no where in search of a home she never found. Until she found him. Will the comfort of his arms save her?
