Disclaimer: I do not own Guitar hero ,but always thought if the characters had their own story line it would be cool.
Chapter 2
NORMAL POV
As I left the diner I went looking for some place to stay that was cheap. I had no more money left because I had spent it on two
sanwiches and a drink I had the sandwich and decided I would save the other sandwich because I don't know where
I would end up nextleft from whenI had left home with all the money I could save. There was no way I
would steal money from the "man" of the house I thought sarcasticlly. I would not stoop to his level.
I started walking towards the projects of town. Hoping that I could find a place to stay. As I would past
the junkies sitting on the corner and the gangs standing around looking cool. I walked the streets it was september
and the winds were blowing a light breeze. Kids were still outside playing baseball in the
middle of the road.
I walked past a cheap motel and walked in with a light up sign that said " we sleep around." I entered
the main room and looked at the at the place. It was shit brown so you hardly noticed the
cockroaches crawling up the walls. The carpet had so many stains you couldn't
tell that the foor used to be a light yellow. I walked up to an information desk. The woman
sitting behind it was about 50 she looked like she had been to hell and back.
She looked up from reading amagazine. Looked me up and down and said "we don't do
hand outs."
" I don't need handout I am here for a room"
She tiredly reached behind herself and grabbed a key that had a fadded 25 on it.
"second floor door on the right payment every week is 135 dollars up front. No bringing
customers around if you have business. Do it somewhere else. Second door on the right.
I didn't try to tell her that I wasn't a street walker she wouldn't have believed me anyways thats
all the girls are able to do in this neighborhood.
I turned to the right as I headed up to the room. The sound of a siren went by the hotel. I knew
after a while I would get used to the sound. There was no stop of crime. There was everything
from drug dealers to wife beaters. Most people where never called in unless somebody was killed, sometimes not
even then. They just threw the body into river and let it sink. If the body was ever found nobody would tell what
they saw or heard for fear of death of themselves or their family.
I walked into my room and looked around. I walked into a tiny living room, a bathroom to the left,and a little
bedroom to the right home sweet home.
Punk: This is the second chapter ya I know its short but I didn't really want to go into any further
detail until the next chapter.
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