Just A Glitch:Ben Drowned

Chapter 2: Garage Sale

The warm rays of sunlight pour softly onto your sleeping face, eventually stirring you out of the peaceful darkness we call sleep. For several moments, you are puzzled at the unfamiliar walls that surround you; until you suddenly recall the tedious packing and the long drive to the Big Apple, New York City.

You sit upright on the comfortable bed for several moments, feeling dazed and just slightly lonely from leaving your old friends behind you. Sighing, you reluctantly peel yourself from the warm covers and walk toward the suitcase that rests in the center of your new room, pulling on a plain black t-shirt and a pair worn out jean; not bothering with how presentable you look at the moment.

" _____, breakfast is ready! Come down when your ready, okay sweetie?" Your mother called.

"Kay!" You replied, as you lazily pull your soft locks into a sloppy ponytail, when something peculiar catches your attention from the corner of your eyes.

A large, bulky desktop computer along with a keyboard and mouse rests in the shadows of your room; blending quite well because a layer of grim turns the once sleek white into a dull gray.

You know that you shouldn't toy with this piece of machine, but curiosity eventually gets the better of you while you make your towards the ancient looking machine. "Mom or dad must have put this in my room when I was sleeping," You reasoned to yourself, conjuring with a valid sounding excuse to use the computer.

After spending about ten minutes trying to sort out the tangled wires, you eventually find the power source and plug it into an outlet, booting up the bulky thing at long last. As the loading page finally appears on the screen, cold shivers crawl down your spine; as if something bad would come out of setting this thing up. Quickly dismissing this feeling as simply being cold, you sit there patiently; waiting for the computer screen to load.

"_______! Turn off that computer of yours and come eat breakfast!" You mother says while bursting through the door, looking ready to haul you the temporary dinning table with the frying pan she has in her hands.

"Fiiiiine," You sigh, unplugging the wire from the wall socket and following your mom to the kitchen; were the delicious scent of waffles and bacon envelope you.

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" _______, do you think you could pick up a few things for me?" Your mother smiles kindly at you while carefully unpacking the silverware. "Sure!" You reply, almost too quickly, though who can blame you? Cutting boxes open and throwing out the trash all day isn't exactly the most exciting thing to do.

"Here, get everything on this list." She says while handing you a creamy piece of paper with elegant black writing staining it; along with approximately 30$ before playfully shooing you off.

As soon as you step out of the apartment, your eyes widen in amazement at the beautiful and busy landscape of New York. Where shops upon shops line the streets, where the pedestrians barely meet each gazes, the air lingers with the mix of gasoline and mouth watering food, and the sound of car horns blasting and amazing musicians intertwines together. The scenery, though maybe strange, takes your breath away.

After a few moments of becoming familiar with the chaos, you begin to wander aimlessly around your neighborhood, being careful not to stray to far from the apartment. After several more minutes of pointless searching, you come across a man who seems to be in his early seventies, with graying hair, a slightly frail frame, a permanent scar across his eyebrow, and incredibly bright blue eyes that seem to be filled with infinite amounts of intelligence. Mentally deciding that curiosity is going be your cause of death, you approach the older man and his garage sale with a friendly demeanor.

"Hello, young lady! How may I help you?" He has a slight Irish accent, though it is barely detectable. "Um, well I was wondering if you have any of these?" You say as you hand the list over to him, immediately taking a liking to him.

"I sure do! Please wait here while I go get them, miss!" He flashes you a charming smile before walking swiftly toward the left hand side of his neatly trimmed lawn, retrieving everything on your list; most of them looking brand new as an added bonus.

"Here ya go, Miss!" He gently places the items in a brown paper bag, shifting it into your arms. "Thank you very much! How much?" You reply, not being able to help but chuckle at his attempt to wink.

"Free, my dear! I have to get rid of all the junk anyhow." He sighs in defeat as he stops attempting to wink, muttering about how he could never get this darned movement. "Oh, well thank you very much, Mr...?"

"Mr. Walsh!"

"Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Walsh! My name's _____." You smile politely. "Nice to meet you too, darling! Anyhow, please come back any time you wish, it gets a bit lonely here." He chuckles slightly before waving as you walk away, already deciding that you would pay Mr. Walsh another visit tomorrow.