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CHAPTER 1: FML

 

He never wanted me to leave. I just took it upon myself to go. There was no use for me anyways.

 

I figured I would take the 8 o’clock subway run from downtown to Central. That would provide the quickest route to the bus that I’d need to catch by midnight–it would take me all the way to Westworth. I knew not what I would do when I got there, just that it would provide the best options for my current situation: no money and no one.

 

I boarded the subway train and scanned the back for an empty seat, away from other passengers. But there was only a seat in between two unlikely people– a nun and a stoner. So, I decided just to stand.

 

The bell rang and the train lurched forward.

 

Damn, I should’ve sat down.

 

The ride would last at least 2 hours; I was the only one standing–being the center of attention, which I usually enjoyed, now felt awkward and made me anxious.

 

My phone was on 52%

 

Shit, I left my charger at his house.

 

With no money, I wouldn’t be able to buy another charger. I’d just have to make it last until I could find work. I don’t have that much work experience, I’ve only worked two real jobs.

 

The first was awful- I worked as an associate at a pet hotel, which basically just meant I scooped up dog shit.

 

My second job was fine, until I got busted. Yes, I was a weed dealer. To be fair, I didn’t know what I was selling–my friend just told me to sell these little packages and said I would make 60% of what I sold. I’m not that observant..but I made $4,500 that summer.

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“KID, WAKE UP.”

What the fuck?

“GET THE HELL OFF ME!”

I was on the floor, on top a pair of dirty, rotten size 15 (at least) steel toe boots. I glanced up at the owner, a half-gray, half-orange? bearded hobo. I didn’t say anything, I just ran out of the train as the doors were closing.

 

WEST-CENTRAL STATION

 

Damn, I needed to stay on that train.

The schedule monitor read

NEXT TRAIN TO CENTRAL

10:45 PM, ARRIVING 12:05 AM

 

FUCK, I’M GOING TO MISS THE BUS

 

It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but I only had one bus ticket for 12 AM to Westworth.

 

I started running.

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