I woke up. I saw weird colors. I turned my head to look at my left wall. Suddenly my brain felt like it was gonna implode. Then I remembered.
"I miss you brother", I said, eyes full of tears.
SLAM!
As I closed my front door I wondered if I would ever be happy ever again. At least I still have a job. Or else... I don't know if I'm still going to live.
I went through the sliding door, and under a wall of wind blowing down, which every store seems to have. The delivery truck just came in, so there was a busy day ahead of me.
CRASH!
I accidentally knocked a $9990 glass figure off a shelf. It was a sculpture of Abraham Lincoln's face, but with gold and diamond bits that make it so expensive. Now instead it was like the stars in a night sky, glass shattered in a million pieces. My face was on fire. How could I have done this?
"What happened?" said one of my co-workers, as she walked around one of the shelves.
"Oh my god!" she said. She quickly squatted down and helped me pick up the glass pieces.
I don't know why, but my eyes were tearing up. The only thought in my head was "Please".
SCREECH!
Oh no. Oh no no no no.
Sir Edwards came through the sliding door, towards his office. He turned his head toward us about to say hi but was in shock instead.
"Who did this?"
I couldn't lie. I just couldn't. I could only hope.
"I did," I said.
He looked angry. "Meet me in the office after lunch."
My eyes turned red.
After lunch, I quietly walked to Sir Edward's office. I really hoped I wouldn't come out the door tearing up again.
"We have something to talk about", Boss said.
"I'm sorry." I looked at the clock on the left. Time was going slow as if the world was in slow motion.
TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK
"That glass figure is the attraction to the shop. We are known because of that piece of jewelry. The reason why that piece of artwork is the attraction is because one of Michelangelo's students created that figure. I won't make you pay, but you'll be fired. I cannot risk anything else like this, or I might be fired too."
As soon as I got home I shut my door. I had nothing and eventually I would become homeless. All I want is a friend. A friend that would care about me. A best friend.
I decided to go to the coffee shop, I always go to that shop when I'm sad. I have been there many, many times.
Through the window of the shop, I saw an empty table so I quickly rushed into the shop and sat down.
I ordered my favorite coffee, black coffee, and sat down. Right after I got my coffee, someone asked, "Can I sit here?"
"Yeah, sure," I answered. I didn't really care.
"What's your name son?"
"Austin." All I wanted was to calm down. I didn't feel like talking either.
"You look stressed kid"
I looked down and rubbed my eyes to hide my tears.
"Hey, I've been there. I lived one-half of my life already, sometimes it's not worth living for."
