Kassidy:

"Could you pass me the sunset red paint please?" Matt asked me. I turned to the shelf behind me and passed the appropriate paint to him. He looked up then. "Are you alright? You aren't normally this quiet." I shrugged indifferently. At the moment, I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I was too busy thinking.

Is this the rest of my life? Working in a stupid garage rather than living my dreams. I had been working here for two years now. Ever since I had failed my A-levels and my dreams shattered into a million sharp fractures. It still hurt to think about it.

"What is it?" Matt questioned persistently. Why couldn't he just take my silence as an answer? I didn't want to answer him. When I didn't answer him again he turned to continue painting the car. "You know we're about finished today, you can go home early if you'd like?" he told me, making it sound like a question.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer." I said simply before walking out the door and into the street.

As I walked down the street, I identified the makes of the cars driving along the street to keep my mind occupied. Chevrolet… Ford… Toyota… Pontiac. The sleek black design meant it had to be a Firebird. Third generation by the looks of it, although it must have been modified at some point. There was something slightly different about its appearance. Before I could put my finger on it, the car had rounded the corner and was gone.

Quickly I crossed the road, and walked up the path to the block of flats where I was staying. When I got inside my flat, I entered the living room and switched on the TV and sat down on the sofa. Glancing at the screen, I realised that it was just a repeat of the BBC's broadcast last week. I turned it off again and stalked off to my bedroom, picking up a screwdriver, and the broken radio off the windowsill on the way. Slowly I began taking it apart, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand.

AN: What do you think of my OC? Do you like the story so far? Please write a review letting me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome.

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