The Colour Realm

Chapter 1

The large, brown box was very heavy,  like excruciatingly heavy. I glanced at the title which said "Kitchen" in messy, large, and sharpie quality handwriting. Of coarse, if I was just one of those people  who had friends, or at least knew how to microwave "to go" dinner packages, then I wouldn't have this problem of carrying a large, and heavy, and did I mention HEAVY box. I was almost at that mahogany doorstep of mine when I began to feel a cold breeze. New York, the breeze  smelled like New York. It was hard to explain what New York smells like but a descriptive word suddenly appeared in my head: regret. New York smells like regret. 

Apart from thinking what regret smells like, I began too realize what I have done. I,a fellow millennial, am carrying a terribly heavy box from a big moving truck on to my new house in a new city. New York is very different from my small town life in Sacramento, the weather changes are very severe. 

It was early spring, flowers are blooming all around me, and trees are just beginning to bloom but apart from all this scenery all I can think is: wow this box is SUPER heavy. Suddenly, after pensive thought, I realized a simple solution: put down the box. So I did. The heavy box I put down was now on the floor. The floor seemed very wet and as I observed it closely it looked very shiny. After observing the ground once more, I used my excellent detective skills to realize that the floor obtained a puddle, which I put the box in.

Sighing I lifted my box, cursing my passion for cooking. Finally making it to the doorstop. I opened my door handle successfully, at least something went right today.  Collapsing on the coach that I had conveniently placed by my door, I took a deep breath and looked down at my watch: 12:05. I began to conclude that I start my job in an hour. My thoughts began to race, for I work in a graphic designer job, in a major company called DiagramXX, why is it called that? Probably because the CEO has no creativity whatso- never mind I need to think positive because I need this job. 

The CEO of DiagramXX has told me to come up with a "pitch" or an idea. He also gave me a time limit which was so conveniently set that it was an hour right after my move. Which gives me an hour and fifty-five minutes to come up with an idea for a website design. The panic did not set into me right away, it took a few minutes, then it took a few more minutes, and finally after just a few more minutes I glanced on my clock which said: 12:30. Okay now I'm panicking. I rushed to the box on my right hand corner of my home. A box which said "hey don't open me this is plagiarism" just kidding, it should have said that  but instead it said:"Magazines".

Opening the box with my very strong muscles, which were not existent but saying that they were actually made my self esteem plummet through the roof, and grabbing a blue magazine from a stack. I skimmed through the pages and found an intricate design. I then raced upstairs, because I am super athletic and perfect that I stumbled across fifteen books on the way, and grabbed my laptop.

The screen shown directly into my eyes. I tried to recreate the pattern as perfect as possible using the limited tools I had on my computer. As soon as I was done I began to feel very bad about myself. I kept saying that I'm not a bad person but something inside me finally snapped so I added the publishers name at the bottom. In 1.5 font. At the VERY edge of screen. It's fine. No one will notice.

I took my computer and shoved it into my laptop bag which was surprisingly right next to the computer. Wow, something where it's supposed to be? Shocking. I went downstairs to hopefully find my car keys somewhere next to the door on a specific handle that was marked "Keys", but no. They were not there. I suddenly spotted my Toyota keys right across from the fireplace. 

Trying to be as graceful as possible after eating six salads yesterday I ran to grab the keys and then hopped into my car, and looked at my watch, 1:05.

Either I'm a bad time manager or New York really doesn't like me.