Weariness and dread filled my entire being as I moved ever closer towards the door. Gently pulling my keys out, I shook them around until they were separate from one another. Recognizing my apartment key, I fitted it into the keyhole, and turned the knob.
Dust covered my entire apartment. I brushed aside the dust lingering on a chair, and sat down. Silently looking around, my eyes settled with staring blankly at the coffee maker. Realizing that I was extremely thirsty, I heaved a heavy sigh and strained to get up. Rummaging around for a cup, my eyes lingered over a sole picture standing on the window sill. That picture took me years back, back to days that were happier and filled to the brim with joy.
"Claire, Claire!" a young boy with vibrant brown eyes ran up to a blonde girl, who was waiting for him in a field of placid flowers.
"What is it, Jack?" the girl turned, and focused her sparkling eyes that resembled the ocean, towards the boy.
"I'm… going to leaving soon. My parents say I can't stay longer, because fall is coming. We're going home tomorrow…" the boy turned his head down, sadness consuming him.
"Oh…But, I want you to stay and play with me forever! This isn't fair…" despair entered the girl's eyes and she lunged forward, hugging him.
I would have waited for him, but I didn't.
"JACK!" The young girl ran, tripping many times but succeeding in making it to the farm, where a truck was about to head off.
"Claire! I was waiting for you!" the child's face lit up at the sight of his dear friend and he smiled.
"Jack… when you come back, you better remember our promise!" The girl put a defiant look on her face, pouting at her friend when he laughed.
"I sure won't forget! We'll get married, right? I'll come back soon!" Jack laughed again, and grinned vividly at Claire.
The truck started roaring at a deafening volume, and Jack quickly sat down.
"Take care, Jack!" A hearty old man smiled at Jack and started waving.
"Jack! Don't forget!" Claire yelled loudly, as to be heard over the truck.
An ear-splitting noise from the truck was made as it took off from the farm, leaving behind a girl who jumped and down till it was gone from sight.
Scratching my head, I picked up the newspaper I prepared the day before. Flipping through it, my eyes landed on an ad that was advertising a farm, which was on sale in a town called Mineral Town. Pleasantly shocked, I immediately grabbed my cell phone and called the number listed on the ad.
This was my chance. My chance to escape from this monotonous lifestyle.
I'm taking this chance, this once-in-a-lifetime chance.