I am sitting in my apartment. It's currently 3 a.m. I have two more hour of work to do. I'm not complaining, I love my job, but sometimes I really want to sleep. You see, I'm a computer programmer. My name is Kate.

I work here in LA, for one company which specifies on cyber-security. I moved here a year ago, from London. But I have quite of a background and experience in both: moving around and programming. I grew up in a small country, eastern part of Europe. I graduated from college when I was 21 and I was lucky enough to get an offer from Germany and move there to work in Berlin. After that I got a better deal for a job in London and now I am in LA. Because again, the company from LA offered me a better contract. Now I am 23 years old, I am no different from other people, except, I have one problem: my eyes.

I was born with Heterochromia. It's a disease. But it doesn't affect my health. The only thing that it does is fucking up my life. For 23 years already. But we will get to that.

My day starts with waking up at god knows when and going to bed whenever I'm done with my work. In between, I go to gym, this is something I'm doing for 4 years already. Then I go for a walk, mostly beach, I come back and do more of my work. The good thing in being a programmer is that I don't really have to go to office. I can work from home, so I go to office only if someone calls me, like if they have some problems in which they need my help to fix. Anyway, working from home is great because I am kind of antisocial. I'm not surprised though. I blame my eyes for that. People would always stay away from me because of them. But we will get to that too. I'm not ready to tell the whole story, its my insecurity after all.

So I rarely leave my house and I don't have a lot of friends here. I know people from my company and from gym, but I don't meet them outside of those places. We just talk when I'm there.

Actually, I have only one friend, her name is Anna and she lives far away from me, in eastern Europe. But we talk quite rarely you know, I think she is friends with me only because she pities me. But sometimes it's good to talk to someone on my language at least.

*alarm goes off*

"shit... what time is it even?!" I said, looking at my phone. It was 2 p.m. Yeah, good morning to me. I got off my bed, immediately grabbed my rope. Somehow I felt really cold. Actually, not really somehow, I always feel cold. Even in LA. My hands are always cold, my feet, my entire body basically. It's just how it is, idk either.

On my way to bathroom I turned on wifi on my phone, so I could check e-mails, but it wasn't connecting. I thought it was an issue with router, so I said fuck it and went to bathroom for shower and other stuff.

I found out that my internet was off. Like, how is that even possible, what do I do without internet? how am I supposed to work?

I called the company, they said they were fixing some cabels, so I won't have internet for the next 4 hours. Seriously? 4 hours? I can't do that, I have a project to finish and there are people waiting for me online. But dont think that I'm crazy for internet or anything. I use it for my work only. And instagram. I do have instagram just to check how people who hated me for whole my life are doing now with their lives. Yeah, I know what the fuck, right? well thats the only social media platform I have and I dont even post anything. I have pictures of nature taken by me, and some really bad pictures of mine which I have to delete but too lazy for that. In my work, or in programming in general, you don't really want someone to know you, or recognize you in real life, so I keep my life private.

I decided not to go to gym, cause I wasn't in a mood for that anymore, so I started thinking of where to go for free internet. If I had a friend here, maybe I could call her, or him, and go for a visit, but I have no one, so I decided to go to a coffee shop and have my breakfast here as well.

So I packed my backpack, took my laptop, all the chargers, and three phones, one mine, and two for work. For an outfit I did what I usually do: I opened my wardrobe and wore the first thing that fall out of it. This time it was a grey, v-neck shirt. I paired it with black jeans and comfortable sneakers.

I don't really know a lot of coffee shops there, I don't really eat out or anything. I prefer cooking myself. I love finding and sharing new recipes! Now, if you ask me I do everything myself: cooking, cleaning and other house stuff. Just because I can, not because I cant afford it. With my job I have a quite of a good salary, more then I need. I send money every month to my mom. I also work for other projects beside my work, so my financial situation is okay. But I bet you won't be able to say so if you look at me. I don't look like a girl who can afford a house in the center of LA and renting a villa every weekend outside of town.

So I found one shop online, it looked nice, and maybe there won't be a lot of people at this period of time. I went to garage and got on my bike. Yeah, I ride a motorcycle for 7 years already. My dad used to be a biker and he taught me all of it. I have two here, and one in my country. The one I'm riding today is a new one, I bought it two weeks ago and I'm trying to get used to it. It's faster then than the one I already had. SO I got on my bike, mirrors: checked, and I'm on my way to a place with people. Why did you do this to me internet?

So the first one is short. But it's just the beginning of the story, Im not quite sure how many chapters it will have, but I think a

Also there for sure will be a lot of mistakes about facts and reality specifically in medicine field and in programming as well, but this is my way of telling the story so if you dont pay attention to mistakes and focus on a story itself, it would be great!

Grammatical errors should also be excused! Next chapter is gonna be more informative.