I always take the path less traveled. When I‘m alone at least, which isn‘t very often. Today is one of the first days in a long time I was able walk by myself, because the guy who normally walks with me had business with some of the other residents of our complex. Most of the people I passed on the road were on their daily commute to work. None of them looked very happy today, but then again they never really do. Most people like their job as much as I like school, and let's just say that a few months ago I ‘accidently’ set the building on fire to get out of going. But there’s not much any of us can do about it, always been watched. There are hidden watchthings everywhere. 42 on this street alone, and that’s not even that many. They watched the people to make sure they do what they are supposed to do. Those that do what they're told suddenly get promotions, or new clothes, or toys they want. Everyone knows about it, but no one talks about it. It’s just the way it was. Do what you’re expected, and you move up the ladder, until eventually you’re the one behind the cameras, watching and giving out rewards.
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Mystery / ThrillerThis is not my story. I do not take credit for it at all. I asked my friend if I could publish it and he agreed so here you go. I hope everyone enjoys it.
