1- First Day
Only thing is racing through my mind right now. How the hell do I get out of this?!
Steam laughs on a nearby window pane, clouding the view of the building inside. My backpack leans against a nearby lamppost, a circle of light around it. As I’m running by, I pick it up, running even faster. I can’t afford to be late. If I’m late, that will not end well.
If you’re late for your first day on your life long job, you never get another chance. You just end up workless and it sucks. Because you have nothing to distract from the impending doom of death.
Finally I make my way to the building and I can breathe again. I am just on time. Lex, the supervisor, greets me with a smile.
“Let me show you around.” He coaxes me along and through the room filled with computers and typewriters. I fix the strap of my messenger bag, hoisting it higher on my shoulder.
“So you’ll be writing other people’s stories. Even if they’re bad, you still write them because everything is worth getting out there. You don’t add anything, you don’t leave anything out. You will work at desk 108, and the bathroom is near my office. Any other questions?”
I shake me head. “No, thank you.” I walk over to my desk and set my bag down. A story spews out of the copier like a recite. I tear it out. The title was The Way Through the Geode. I flip through it and it was so boring. The title was especially boring. I sigh as I start typing it up, their crap handwriting making it difficult.
