Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 5 (My Version)

Chapter 8 ~ Too Much Shit For Me to Handle

~ Chapter 8 ~

It seems like all I ever did was work, which is technically true.  After school, I work.  During the weekends, I work.  It's surprising when I got a day off.  So, you can probably guess what I was doing before everything went completely wrong.

The day didn't start off completely hellish, but it didn't start off completely great, either.  If I had known what would happen, I would've called in sick.  Instead, I awoke to sunlight streaming through my shattered windows.  Oh, minor detail I forgot to mention: my apartment is a piece of shit.

You shouldn't be too surprised, I mean, do you expect me living in a five star apartment with thousands of dollars laying around?  Hah, no.  Instead, I live in the shady part of New York where gangs are fighting every night and the sirens never stop.  Most of my windows are shattered, giving me the chilly winter nights to endure under several layers of blankets.

The landlord isn't bad, especially since I'm the only one living there.  As long as I keep paying my rent, I get plumbing and electricity included.  Which, for the state the apartment is in, is a pretty good deal.  My apartment is broken up into three rooms.  The biggest being my kitchen, dining and living room, the smallest included my small (and hardly working) bathroom.  You can probably guess what the normal sized room is, the bedroom.

Despite how tiny the apartment is, there's hardly anything inside of it.  So, it seems much larger.  The "living room" is just a old chair shoved in the corner that was there when I arrived.  I didn't have a stove or working refrigerator, which was fine since all my meals consisted of me eating fast food and take out.  Other than a mattress scrunched on the one side of the bedroom, it remained bare.

Slowly, I rolled out of bed and onto the cold floor.  I crawled aimlessly around until I found my work attire.  It was balled up by the door, like my only other set of clothing, besides my pajamas.  I threw on the dress and scourged around for my pair of shoes, which I had flung around randomly.  With my luck, I had thrown one out the broken window and hadn't noticed.  Yet, I managed to find them by the door.

I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.  The water droplets slowly traced down my cheeks, dripping into the sink and down the drain.  I glanced into the mirror, which was a God forbidden mistake.  My face was horribly dry, the skin cracked along my forehead.  Acne was spread like a wild fire along the sides of my face, chin and temples.  Bags hung beneath my eyes, dark and hideous.  Despite my horrible appearance, I chuckled at my reflection.

"God," I mumbled, my voice cracking, "I look homeless." 

I pulled my hair into a semi high pony tail and frowned as strands of hair fell onto my face.  I let out a sigh.

As the time ticked by, I tried to find something to do.  It was Saturday, which meant no school, yet a later shift.  Due to it being winter, the only customers we got were people trying to get out of the weather.  Not many wanted food, only a hot cup of coffee.

It wasn't likely, but I considered going to work early.  Like I mentioned before, we never get paid the amount we work for.  Sometimes it worked in my favor, I had gotten paid for working an extra four hours once.  But, other times I've found myself getting cut five to seven hours off.  And trust me, complaining did you no good.

Finally, I couldn't stand the time slowly ticking by, and hastily grabbed my jacket.  I flung open the door and ran out the apartment. 

The cold air greeted me as my ears started to go numb and my nose turn red.  I trudged on the sloshy sidewalk, kicking up half melted snow.  Foot traffic was dead, aside from me.  Hell, not even cars drove past.  Majority of New York had the right idea of staying inside.  I could already tell it would be slow at work.