With a wide variety of streets going into different directions, mine was a simple straight road towards my rundown apartment complex. A1 was my room number it was on the first floor of the complex, usually I would never see anyone walk by in our streets probably because of how ragged this street is.
The owner thankfully doesn't have high a price to live, other wise it would be quite difficult because the only form of income coming way is the government's that they had out to the people who desperately struggle buts its still not enough to help me in certain problems in the apartment.
I usually try my best to have the lights off all the time, to not having my tv on to save my electricity bill going on a high rate. When water comes in I usually try to at least shower once a week to help with water bill’s. Now inside the best way it could be described was a hoarder room. Now the way to describe it, wasn't necessarily random objects of the short it was basically trash scattered across the apartment. Now some would think “why don't you clean it up?” I say to that eventually, plus it doesn't really matter anyway, because usually nobody comes to check on me besides the owner of the place. I know noticed today though that I had barely any food in my fridge and it's been awhile since I went out to get a job.
Plus on up side I do know that the covenant store is opening for hiring I thought it was a great reason for me to go outside. Not to mention after a few failed attempts of trying to get a job, maybe the god who gave me such a curse could finally lend a hand to a pitiful me. So i ask god “help me!” In my room, but I always still feel the same way as i always do. Firstly though i would have to change clothes sadly though i wasn't dressed properly like with a suit and such. My clothing comes across as plain meaning just a white shirt with a simple pair of regular jeans.
Their was one thing that changing my clothes reminded me of, it reminded the life that I was born with. My tattoo, my mirror was to the right side of my closet. So every time i would change I'll see the tattoo looking at me. It was a reminder that i would always have with me. After fixing my hair i walked out into the world I lived in and it felt actually comfortable to walk for such a long time. My street was plain, barely anyone out in the streets themselves; I always wondered why there was usually no traffic here, I didn't know if it was because of the dragon or lion families running through the area to pull operations; but either case this part of town felt like a desert. I know this part was more ghetto in a sense but it was mostly just broken down buildings, and thankfully wasn't much on mafia or gang territory control over certain parts of the town. Because I would think business like that would be in the upper city of X11 where consumers go on their daily shopping frays; but thinking about these topics we're bit tiring for me to comprehend and to why I even cared in the first place.
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While I was deep in thought about the subject, I didn't really notice how close I was to the store. I'm here!? I said out loud; thinking about things surprised me, it felt I got here a lot faster then normally; maybe I should consider doing that more? Yeah, we will see about that, I thought to myself. Maybe this could be the day it actually turns out good for me! Maybe just maybe it can…
“Hey!”
Oh I wasn't paying attention and bumped into somebody, the individual looked liked a greaser the person he was also talking to also looked my way “Better watch where you are going boy!” A much older man; that looks of to be in his thirties, oh I can see where this going but I can possibly get out of this situation “I’m so sorry!” trying to sound the best of ability for forgiveness and when I bowed my head down, I felt a surge of pain on the top of my head and me landing head first into the pavement felt the top of my forehead scraped against it. Trying to get my head up I see the man foot right then he pushed “I think we need a better apology.” saying with a wide grin, I see so this not the day i think it would turn out but what else could I expect from this world I guess, with a very regretting response “What do you want?”