Dream Landia

Marinette

I always had three major rules for myself growing up. Rule number one was to never accept a drink of any kind from anyone. It doesn't matter how polite or courteous they may seem or even if they may be considered close friends of yours. This counts for all types of drinks. Even alcohol. Especially alcohol. Do your own math. I understand if it's not your best subject, but at least try. If you ask other people to do it they may smudge the numbers and make them seem a lot better or worse then they may actually be. Keep your thoughts to yourself. You may act as mean or aggressively as you want however as long as police are not in any way involved. The unwritten nor spoken list of rules seems to go on and on. I've never broken one of my rules. I don't intend to either. Atleast, not any time soon. If I had originally said at the beginning of this that there had only been three simple rules, then I had been lying because nothing ever slips my mind once I've learned it. I had never had a family to learn from. My past and future act as my life compass. Don't worry though because I think I can forget the present for now because I've never actually actually directly received one.

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Blood was pounding in my ears from the headache I have had the great pleasure of receiving about an hour ago on my way home on the underground subway train. I pinched the bridge of my nose. I damn sure could use a nice cold glass of ice water right about now. Right now is not a proper time to pitty myself though I have a job to do and I have to focus, mainly for my own sake. Its another one of my self proclaimed rules anyways, be courteous not for the sake of others but for the sake of your self. A quick glance and the clock taped cheaply to the rotting wall could tell me that it was now reaching 7:30 pm. The second hand kept spinning as if mocking me or trying to remind or tell me its far to late to be trapped in a hellhole like this. Let me explain, about an hour ago when I had just taken my first step off of the subway and started to receive the fist symptoms of a future headace, I received a phone call from my boss. Him practically begging for me to take another shift and the gas station registor. Hearing his borderline pleading I decided to just go with it. That didn't mean I was any less upset about it though. I knew at this point of the phone call that a migraine was in my foreseeable future and it hadn't helped that it had started raining. It was only a sprinkle. It reminded me of my headace, it always starts small and proceeds to get worse as time goes along. Sometimes a lot quicker than we expect. And now, due to a series of unfortunate events, I'm stuck here waiting for a customer that's never going to come all because some dumbass prissy snob who only took this job to piss off her parents decided that she has had better things to do than show up to her actual job and instead went shoe shopping with her dinky little conrads in a shop that not even Hailee Steinfeld could afford to shop at. All while I'm having to work my third shift of the day at this run down Circle K of the side of the road that looks as if it had been abandon months ago.

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It'll be 8:30 in a mere 15 minuets from now. I feel like I can see the worls spinning on its axis while I struggle to keep the contens of my late afternoon lunch where it belongs. Not a single customer bothered to show up witch only served as another reason for me to be pissed off. I really hope the trains are still running by the time I'm done here. Now, it what really came to my surprise was when I was closing up shop, a girl walked in. It caught me so off guard to a point that I almost fell off the stool I was standing on in order to replace an item had fallen off of the shelf a few moments back. Before turning around and actually tring to greet the mysterious customer, the thought of them being a robber crossed my mind. After a moment if consideration, I realized that even a criminal has some standards when considering a place to rob, and this is not exactly a place of even decent standerds, so I decided that it would be safe to turn around. When I stepped off of the stool I was on, I turned around and examined the person at the door. She was young, that's for sure, she didn't look much older than 15. She was wear in a cute green knee length dress trimmed with lace, white knee high socks and a green bow, which may I add is a darker shade of green than her dress. Did I also mention that her hair was strawberry blonde?  She hasn't moved since she stepped in.  She was drenched and look a bit out of it. There is always the possibility that she had gotton lost going some were and needed directions to get there. There is no possible way that she is from here considering that she looks as if she could have popped out of a silent film. I don't have any idea were she could have been posibly trying to go at this time of the night, however. Mabye she was looking for her parents or some shit like that. Somthing seemed off, and standing here wondering about it isn't going to help the situation any. I was just about to speak up and say son thing when she beat me to it.

"W-where am I?"