Andrew
Sitting on these stairs now for hours. Honestly, I really don't know what I'm actually doing here. Maybe just sitting here and doing nothing. Maybe thinking about my life. Maybe ... Waiting for somone? No, my head's empty. I have no thoughts, no worries - nothing. I looked at my silver watch on my left wrist. "7pm", I mumbled with the cigarette between my lips.
I could sit here for hours.
They aren't many people here, no honking cars. Only street lamps, which donates light. And me, Andrew J. Collins, who's sitting nearby under the street lamps on stairs.
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Teen Fiction" there's no elevator to success, you have to take the stairs. "
