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Chapter 01: Awake
Beep! What was that sound? Kevin thought. Kevin tried to open his eye lids. Beep! The sound was consistent, one consecutive beep right after another. Kevin fully opened his eyes. A field of blur covered his vision. Kevin blinked a few times to clear his view. Beep! Where was that sound coming from? It was trapped inside Kevin's mind, and it started to get on his nerves. Kevin looked around his room, and then to his right. Oh, it was just the alarm clock. The time was 7:05. One word came into Kevin's mind, and that word was Work. Yep, Kevin had to go to work which he hated. Kevin Pierce was an poor man, he dressed sloppy, and he lived in a crappy apartment. Kevin is pretty young, he is 33. His birthday is in two months, which would be December, December 23rd to be exact.
Kevin didn't have a good job though, he worked at Mc Donald's as a cashier. Kevin's room was only as dresser, a bed and a night stand with an alarm clock on top of it. Kevin took his mind off work and reached his arm out and turned the alarm off. He then rested for a little bit, slid the covers and sheets off his torso and legs and sat up on the side of the bed. Kevin then stood up and walked into his bathroom. He turned his bathroom light on, but the bright light hurt his eyes, causing his Pupils to get smaller. Kevin closed his eyes and then reopened them. Tears burned the surface Kevin's eyes, but the wetness soon dried up. Kevin ignored the brightness and walked over to his sink. He grabbed the left handle on the sink, (which had dried up chalky soap scum grounded down in the cracks), and turned it halfway to the right. The water ran and Kevin grabbed his tooth brush. Kevin held the tooth brush under the stream of running water to soak the bristles. Kevin took his toothbrush out beneath the water and grabbed the tooth paste. He unscrewed the cap of the tooth paste and he squirted a thick streak on the surface of the bristles on his tooth brush and he began to brush his teeth.
After a few minutes Kevin left the bathroom and went out of his room. Kevin walks into the kitchen, gripped the handle of the refrigerator and opened the door. There was nothing but left over, old moldy sandwiches and turkey. Kevin didn't have an appetite for the selection of food he had, so he just closed the refrigerator and grabbed his house keys off the dining table. Kevin walked out the kitchen and up to his front door. Kevin clutches the keys in the palms of his hands and cycles them, finally finding the right one. He sticks the key in the lock of the door handle, and turns it right to unlock the door. Kevin takes the key out of the slot of the handle and pockets the keys. But before he left, he grabbed his shoes and slipped them on his feet (Kevin already had socks on). Kevin then grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Instantly, the morning frigid air filled the room. Kevin stepped out and closed the door behind him.
The cool morning breeze rested on top of the pours of Kevin's arms and legs, giving him goose bumps. It was October, it it was starting to turn fall. The trees had already lost there leaves and the leaves were everywhere. Even though Kevin hated the morning, they always brung up his bright side, well at least the weather did. Kevin lived in a small town named Brahms. His neighbors were crap, and they held a grudge against him. Kevin took walked to his car in the drive way. His car was a 1970 Dodge Challenger, it was all rusted up, the paint was pealing off it, there was no hub caps and sometimes the engine wouldn't start up. His next door neighbor came out of there house with a bag of trash. "You suck Pierce!" said the neighbor tossing the trash in the street. Kevin just ignored him and grabbed the door handle. As he pulled, the handle broke off. Kevin filled with frustration and kicked a dent in the bottom of the door. Kevin somehow managed to open the door, so he stepped in side the car and sat down in the seat.
He cycled through the keys and found the Chevrolet key. Kevin stuck the key in the ignition and attempted to start the car, but no matter how he tried, he failed. Kevin slammed his head on the steering wheel. He had only one more option, and as he thought about it, he let out a sigh. He had to take the bus. So Kevin got out of the car and closed the door. He walked off the drive way and down the street to the bus stop. He sat down on the bench next to the bus stop sign and he waited. After a half an hour, the bus arrived at stop and the Automatic door slid open. Kevin got up off the bench and step in side the bus, holding on to the bar as he made his way up the steps. Kevin walked to the very back of the bus and took the seat on the left. Kevin liked the back because it had air conditioning. The automatic door closed and the bus began to move. Kevin just rested his head against the window and store at the streets outside.
