Glass Pavement - - Book One

Sneak Peak

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Less than one week is left until the Prologue is posted! Stay tuned :)

Keep your eye out for the update this Saturday, June 16th. Until then, here is a little sneak peak of what's to come:

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Sneak Peak:

Green, yellow, then red. A combination of colors I knew all too well. The lights turned on an endless schedule; the only reliable constant in my life. I knew, no matter what, that the lights would change the same every time. Never out of order.

The light was red now, and the cross-walk signalled that it would remain red for 18 more seconds. Then it would turn green and traffic would be released to speed off towards their destinations. The cars would fly through my path.

I squeezed my work uniform hat between my fingers. My heart went wild in my chest as I stepped closer to the end of the sidewalk. Only 13 more seconds.

My neck throbbed and a headache rubbed along my subconscious. The day had been rough and draining, and I'd had enough. The thought of waking up tomorrow morning and dealing with this- the thought of waking up at all- was impossible to even contemplate. I was ready for it to be over.

For once, it wasn't raining. The sidewalks were dry and fairly empty, considering it was nearly nine o'clock at night. Despite the calm of the town, cars still raced by without a care in the world. 7 seconds left. Almost there.

Corrina. I winced and bit my lip as the voice echoed in my mind. Stop. Her whisper was weak and fading. She was tired too.

Tears brimmed in my eyes and frustration built inside of me. Why should I stop? I thought angrily. There's no point in doing this anymore.

There was no one, not even one person in the world, who cared about me. The pain was too much. I wanted to stop pretending. I wanted to close my eyes and not have to fight to open them again.

Just until graduation. She reminded me. You promised.

That stupid deadline haunted me every day. Each minute that passed and I breathed another breath was futile. What would waiting do? It was torture.

"Promises," I whispered sadly, "were meant to be broken."

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C O P Y R I G H T

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