P R O L O G U E

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Richie sighed, shaking his head at the stand in front of him.

He was currently walking around New York City, the state he lived in, to find advertisements for a job. Richie, though only sixteen, lived alone in a small apartment, where he had to feed and clothe himself. This was hard, since he had barely enough money to buy enough cigarette packs for his liking. 

He saw a glint in the corner of his eye and turned on his heel. A light green piece of paper with cringey-looking sparkles framing it was about to fly off into the street ahead. Curious, Richie quickly walked over to the page and stooped down, picking it up before it could move. 

He dusted it off, eyes scanning the words typed in curly, capital, cursive writing. 

EMPLOYEES WANTED! 

SUNSHINE'S DAYCARE NOW TAKING JOB APPLICATIONS! FOURTEEN-FIFTEEN YEAR OLDS NEED A PARENT/GUARDIAN SIGNATURE, SIXTEEN+ YEAR OLDS ARE QUALIFIED BY THEMSELVES!

CALL 123-456-7890 FOR MORE INFORMATION!

LOCATED ON ROSE STREET, BUILDING 394 

Just as Richie finished reading the information provided on the paper and memorised the phone number, a strong gust of wind pushed the sheet out of his hand and it fluttered away in the wind. He sighed, watching it twirl away. 

I'll think about it. 

And then Richie walked down the street again, his mind running races in his pounding head. 




     That sucked I hope the book'll be better :)   


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