Chapter One
I woke to another boring day. I got out of bed, and put on the same boring clothes, and got ready for the morning ahead. I was Twenty Three at the time, and had no job. I was supposed to get a job after college at a nuclear plant, but that never worked out. Now, I just stay at home. I can barely afford to keep the lights on, let alone the cable, but I still have managed to just find enough scattered change around the house, and mooch off of the two real friends I have.
I've never seem to get happy after I moved to Missouri. I left my friends and family in Oregon to move to this quaint little town called Polk. It was far from any major cities, and there was barely anyone living there, so making friends was hard. I still had my phone that my parents got me before I left for college, but the reception out here is horrible.
I had hopes of moving to St. Louis, but after not receiving the job I wanted, I couldn't afford anything there. I was stuck with a dinky ol' house. But hey! The rent is only forty bucks a month. I had internet as well, but just like the cell reception, it was crap. Some cheap deal I got from some knock-off Chinese company. But it still was able to get me online. I had no social media, but I did like to browse YouTube and Reddit once and awhile.
While I was watching TV, an ad for, yet another Disney movie popped up, and it seemed like a very good movie. It was called Zootopia, and it featured a rabbit and a fox going on fun adventures. The rabbit was a cop, and the police force has always stuck out to me. I decided one night to go watch it in a drive-in theater. The quality was crappy (we didn't have no 4k movie theaters around here,) but the movie was still great.
There was a fox in the movie named Nick. He was funny, and very "savage" as today's generation would say. In my opinion, I liked him more than any other characters in the movie. He was my favorite Disney movie side character. My friends noticed my liking towards this character, and asked me what was going on. A few people that I used to know asked me if I was turning "furry" or if I was gay. I simply just denied them and kept going. They didn't understand that I admired this character, I'm not in love.
I got myself together and headed out the door. I hopped in my car. This isn't no nice car either. It was some beat-up Honda accord with nearly two hundred thousand miles. It's okay though, as it helps me get to wherever I need to go, in this example the gas station. On the way to the gas station, I wept to myself, wishing I got further than I have in life. Then, I would get on the topic of Zootopia. Sometimes, I wish that I could meet Nick, as it would make my life a lot better.
I arrived at the gas station, and pumped my gas. There goes twenty three dollars out of my pocket I thought to myself. I decided to take whatever money I had left to buy a half-dozen at the nearby dunkin' donuts. By nearby, I mean an hour away. I was inside the store picking out my donuts. I ended up splurging and getting a dozen. I headed to my car, got in and went home, ready to browse YouTube and binge-watch Top Gear.
