(Edit: Hi, I wrote a few chapters into this book back in middle school. I was just a 12 year old with an idea and a dream. I am now 18 and writing a new book. I hope one day, I will become an author. So please read this book!)
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"Thank you for coming to the ROSAA; in other words, the Representation Of Space and Art Muesem! If you post any pictures on social medias, put the hashtag #carlingtonrosaa. Come back again anytime and make sure to tell your friends and family!" I told my rehearsed goodbyes to the pack of wild elementary students that stampede through the exits. When the last of the kids walked out the doors, I immidiently collapsed onto the front desk.
"Tiring day, Andria?" I heard Kumiko ask. Hideyoshi Kumiko is the youngest Japenese art progidy who won many awards for her stunning paintings. She happens to be my roommate, my only friend who's the same age as me, and my co-worker. She's 5' 3 and has messy brown hair that reached her shoulders, fair pale skin, and has a 90's vibe to her clothing. She is very creative, smart, and loyal however, she is a bit unorganized and lazy. Sometimes I forget that her artwork gets auctioned off for thousands of dollars.
I tilted my head to the side and nodded at her as she ate a bowl of noodles. The small things that people do in my life sometimes bring back a small memory that makes me question many things. For example, how my summer internship job became an entry door to Carlington Academy as a student; I actually never came back to my home town. My parents were a bit peeved about it but, soon let it go, noticing how many opportunities and experiences it'll bring to the family business.
"I don't understand where they get the energy from. I can barely stay awake when the clock hits 10." She tosses a box of green tea pocky at me.
"It's only 3 in the afternoon, Andria." She slurps her noodles. "Don't forget, you're closing shop today." I groaned. Then I heard the bells ring. I jolted my back straight and put on my million dollar smile.
"Welcome to ROSAA! May I help you?" I asked the 2 young men who wore suits. One stared at me blankely as the other one studied his surroundings like a president's body guard in a public place. I think I even heard him mumble it's clear. They showed me their tickets and I let them roam off to the art exhibit. "Be careful with them. I got a bad feeling in my gut." I chewed on a pocky stick while staring intensly at their backs. One of them even turned around and gave a disgusting look at Kumiko.
"I'll learn how to deal with them." Kumiko threw out the plastic bowl. "My shifts over in an hour anyways." She took out a piece of paper from her iconic waisted jeans and saluted. "Wish me luck." She read her little script and stuffed it into her yellow cropped hoodie.
"Would you like a tour of the art gallery?" Her voice echoed away. I walked away from the desk and went back to my post. Twiddling on my stone necklace, I observed the structures of planets and facts.
A few years ago, on my internship year, I remember exploring the beauty the muesem hold. It's still mesmerizing to me. From the marble floors to the occasional Roman statues to the high ceilings with windows. It was a smart idea to let the day light seep in, however they still managed to put a chandlier in ever room. Though we rarely used the chandliers, considering natural light was the best choice but, on rainy days, we turn them on. My section never had a chandlier or windows. Space is nothing but, a dark oblivion. It's source of light is through the stars and comets. Darkness is unavoidable; it's always there. It never escapes.
