Simpler Things

Part 1: I get hit by a car. Almost.

                I was walking down 4th and King. Interesting, I know. Passing crowded shops, ice cream stands and the other usual stuff in Normalville. It wasn't actually called that, but me and my invisible friends brainstorm every once and a while.
I reajusted the strap of my purse across my shoulder. The cold leather pressed against my sweaty skin. Comforting, I'm sure it is, to know my skin is sweaty. Details matter, okay.
           I continued down the side walk, making room for every passers-by, being the polite person I am. I slowed as I passed an alley, half expecting to see some kind of monster to jump out from behind the rusty dumpster. But it didn't. I was a normal person, in a normal reality. Heck, I wasn't even that special. More or less, my only distinguishable trait was sarcasm. I was like the human version of grumpy cat, but I differ in some ways. Mostly my opinions.
I passed the alley and continued on, heading to my normal house, on Normal street in Normalville. There were dozens of positives of being a plain Jane. For instance, I'm not obligated to fight monsters, or go on death defying quests for some upper force.
My biggest concern was school, I see it as a road, a old, terribly maintained road, but a road none the less. It had its twists and turns. It has it's bumpy patches and it's smooth spots. But my biggest concern was the end. I still don't know what I'll do.
Follow your dreams. Become what you want to be. Yeah, it's not that easy. Unless your able to live without basic needs, the whole lack of money part isn't that simple. Let's say, I wanted to be an author. Twenty years in the future I get evicted, because I'm 4 months late on rent.
I passed the local bookshop, an old red bricked building with dark wood trim around the forest green roof. Miss M was carrying a pile of old books down the stairs. She looked up and smiled, loosing her balance and dropping half the books. I brushed over, to help her pick them up. She waved me off, saying,
"That's okay, dear. If I stop trying I'll be put into one of those old age homes." I stepped back, and picked up the last book anyway, and set it on the cart next to the 50% off sign.
"It was nice seeing you-" I began to say when Miss M's eyes lit up.
"It was nice seeing you too, dear, and thank you."
And with that, I was back on my way. Looking back now, that probably knocked over the first domino, but what good does thinking like that do?
                Slowly, my house's fence came into view. Soon after, the old willow tree crept into my eyesight. I picked up my pace, excited to get the relief of air conditioning, so excited apparently I didn't need to look before crossing the last alley. Yeah, I kicked myself for that. A old impala swung out in front of me. I fell backwards to avoid getting hit. Luckily, my swan dive worked. The car pulled away honking, and onto the road and zoomed off, it's engine roaring. Well. That doesn't happen every day. Jerks. I got up and brushed my knees off. Step by step I made it to my house. Up the stairs and though the front door, sweet air conditiong greeted me. Relief swept over me, now I can finally stop sweating. Aren't details so fun?
                 I swung my purse strap over my head and hung on the coat hook. The stairs greeted me as I flung off my sandals, and walked down the hall. I looked through the archway into the living room. Nobody. I walked past into the dining room/ kitchen. Nada.
My mom should've been home from work by now. Maybe she was working late. My brother, Charlie, was a wild card, no clue where he'd be. I went back into the living room and looked out the window, my brothers old Nissan Pathfinder was still there. Hmm. Suspicious. I laugh at the irony of that statement now.
I walked back to the front door, and went up the stairs. the small hall had 4 doors leading into different rooms. My brother's room, my mother's room, the bathroom, and my own bedroom. Which if you ask me, is the best of all the rooms. Childish, yes, unreasonable, no.
I swung my room's door open. Looking around, I appreciated my hard work. Fairy lights hung around the bed frame. One thin line traced the crown molding. Thank you again, Random Thrift-Store. The cream walls kept it simple, and the white duvet covered the simple wooden bed. A small bookshelf sat in the corner, accompanied by a desk. I walked in and flattened on my bed. The cold duvet flattened under my weight. I felt at peace. That didn't last long.