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Chapter1
Headphones blaring Death Cab For Cutie in her ears she continued sitting in the wind, the paint chipping from the green bench she was on in Wyatt Park. Closing her eyes she breathed in the crisp air, as her dark green corduroy jacket rose against her chest and her brown and orange striped scarf. The music drifting her into a calm from her normal hectic life, and these few hours in between job, school and home gives her the last bit of sanity. She lives just a few blocks from Wyatt Park, and could see her bench, that she always sat on from the apartment window, always longing to be there.

Opening her eyes slowly not wanting to return to reality, she let out a sigh and looked down at the time shown on her iPod. It was a quarter to 5pm, almost time to return home for dinner before going to her dead end job at the gas station down the street. While thinking of that she makes a disappointed and crinkled face remembering she needs to pick up a gallon of milk to make dinner. Getting up she stretches her legs, shaking off the sleep from her blue jean and converse sneaker clad legs and feet. Pulling her long light brown hair across her shoulder and starting to walk she adjusts her satchel and replaces the iPod in the front pocket.

Walking on the sidewalk towards the gate with her head down covering her heterochromic eyes, she strode through the gate. Bumping shoulders and hitting her satchel against a passerby she quickly mutters a short and quiet apology then continues on her way without even looking up.

Stopping off at work to get something is never a good experience. Monty the day manager, and Derryk the day clerk were always crude, rude and sexist. Their comments constantly made her absolutely thankful for the solitude of the night shift. Taking off one headphone as she walked through the door hearing the light ding of the bell.

"Hey Sweetcheeks, " Derryk says greeting her with a smirk. "You're a few hours early, here for my 'Break'?" he said gesturing as if someone was bent over and he was slapping their butt.

Glaring at him she headed to the fridge, pulling the door open and grabbing a gallon of milk she sees Monty in the back talking to the owner. Hoping not to be noticed by him she heads back to Derryk to checkout.

"Baby the only milk I need is from those jugs." He said making a gesture towards her breasts as if to squeeze them.

Shoving the few dollars into his hand and walking away she glares saying gruffly, "Keep the change." then mutters, "a*****e." as she walked out heading home.