Hi Everypony! Well this is my first Fanfic so... well you know what to do... READ AND REVIEW! :D
Wednesday, 26th January, 2011
I sat in front of the computer, clearing up the desktop at my workplace. The desktop was a mess. There were icons everywhere on the screen, ranging from documents to text files containing phone numbers and address for deliveries that needed to be done. These had no more use to me, as the deliveries had already been done, but I was too lazy to move them off to my address book, let alone delete them. This made it relatively hard to navigate and find anything on the screen.
"Spring Cleaning" is what I called it, but it was my workstation that really needed the "Spring Cleaning". There was papers and pen everywhere, along with food wrapping and the odd food scrap. At some points the workers around me complained that the mess that I had on my desk was somehow "moving into their workstation" and that "I had no sense in self pride". Yeah, I didn't think much of myself, only because I worked in as Archiver an office area with gloomy grey coloured walls and plain booths. I occasionally saw the odd colour here and there, but was removed or destroyed at least a week later, max two weeks. Everyone had a personality of a brick wall, hardly anyone talked to each other about anything outside of work. To me, when you stepped through those doors, you entered a whole new world. A world that you knew very well, that would suck the life out of you the more you entered and stayed there.
I would have left years ago, but since I was living by myself, with no relatives around to help me, I had to stay. I needed the money to say the least, as making end's meat was like trying to bend a paperclip back to its original state after you have bent it out. Honestly, I was struggling to live this life that my parents have given me. My parents… They had died during a car accident when I was around 4-5. My aunty and uncle took care of me until I was 17, when they were both killed in a robbery gone wrong. I had managed to get a job and earn a steady income for someone that age. I was in a rental home – well unit. It was small, hardly big enough to stretch your legs. But at least it was something that I could call home. Something that I could use to get away from what I didn't want to be involved with anymore.
The usual day played out, just like any other day. Got to work, sat down, started work, get yelled at, do work, finish work, go home. This was my daily routine for my so called "life". The life that was draining me.
Well We have been introduced to our character, and know what he does... BORING STUFF... anyway, ONWARD TO CHAPTER 2!