Life goes by under the baby blue It isn't always pretty Anything can happen in a city Blood that no one knew
I watch as skies roll by Every day I wait For something to be great I don't know why
Painting the streets Guns echo and roar I miss life how it was before I close my eye as it all repeats
I hope someday it's me who goes The world is worse at its seams Schools learn the screams I hope to leave as darkness grows
“Seriously,” the manager said, his face red as a tomato, “who forgot to park it in the garage last night?”
“I’m so sorry,” my voice was about three dynamics less than his, “I completely forgot. Please don’t fire me!”
“I won’t fire you,” I felt relieved that those words, “but you get to sit there and watch your coworkers try and get this shit out of the ice as your punishment. This better not happen again.”
I stood in the cold, watching as everyone groaned and rolled their eyes. Next time I’ll remember to park it in the garage.
“What the fuck,” is what I thought to myself, rubbing my eyes as I tried to comprehend that my alarm was supposed to go off fifteen minutes ago. I shot out of bed, not even bothering to make it, and threw on some clothes that definitely didn’t go together, but I didn’t care. I threw my hair up into a messy ball of yarn on top of my head before I heard my mom yelling at me about my breakfast getting cold. “I’m coming!” “It’s getting cold, Anna,” is what I heard from the bottom of the stairs. “I said I’m coming!” I struggled to get my foot into my sneaker. God. Does that woman ever shut up? I grabbed my backpack from my desk and flung it over my shoulder before descending the stairs into the kitchen. I inhaled the sweet smell of blueberry waffles as I entered. “Sorry, Mom,” I said, placing my backpack down before throwing myself at the kitchen table, “I somehow slept past my alarm.” “Sounds like a chaotic morning.”