Andrew
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A town somewhere in the middle of the US stands a city. Pierreville. It is a quite big one, but not like New York. Stretches far and wide, and has everything from small shops and kiosks to several malls. A police office, firestation, hospital, basically everything in one place. It's the universal town. The middle of the town is covered with city blocks and tall buildings, but the surroundings are beautiful detached houses with lawns and back yards. Just how a city should be. Two highschools, one college, one elementary school and one university are places where people study in this town. It's like a country of it's own. What part do you take in this life?
"Just three more weeks of running." He thought inside his little head, covered in dark, medium length hair. "Just three more weeks before my birthday. I have to hold on." He kept thinking. That was true, three more weeks, and he'd be allowed to live on his own, cops wouldn't look for him anymore, no one would. And he was pretty sure that his fake parents would drop him out of his home anyway. He had a small backpack on his back with both straps on, which had plenty of nothing inside. It was empty except for a few clothes and a bottle of lake water. Andrew did have a job to make money. His job was carrying out mail. He'd go out every day at 7 AM through the town, carrying out letters to people's houses, helping the local mailmen. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it kept him slightly saturated.
Carrying out the mail as usual, he rung doorbells of people who did not own mail boxes, and put letters in the boxes for those who did. He had been doing this for three whole months, but it was fine as it was the job to sustain him. The sun shined bright as he finished his last batch of mail. "Soo, what now?" He thought to himself, looking around for something to do. Only houses and happy people around. Nothing particularly interesting.
"Go kill someone" A voice in his head said. A voice much different from his own. It sounded more mature, but at the same time very childish and cheerful. Scared, Andrew shook the voice out of his head and carried on. "Ugh, he probably still doesn't hear me. Well crap." The voice carried on talking. Andrew shook it away once more, shaking his head sideways, and carried on going towards the mall to see what's new there. Even though Andrew was homeless, he was still clean and bathed. He'd go to the nearby lake every morning to wash before work, and sleep at the train station. He got caught by cops twice, but managed to run away both times.
A town somewhere in the middle of the US stands a city. Pierreville. It is a quite big one, but not like New York. Stretches far and wide, and has everything from small shops and kiosks to several malls. A police office, firestation, hospital, basically everything in one place. It's the universal town. The middle of the town is covered with city blocks and tall buildings, but the surroundings are beautiful detached houses with lawns and back yards. Just how a city should be. Two highschools, one college, one elementary school and one university are places where people study in this town. It's like a country of it's own. What part do you take in this life?
"Just three more weeks of running." He thought inside his little head, covered in dark, medium length hair. "Just three more weeks before my birthday. I have to hold on." He kept thinking. That was true, three more weeks, and he'd be allowed to live on his own, cops wouldn't look for him anymore, no one would. And he was pretty sure that his fake parents would drop him out of his home anyway. He had a small backpack on his back with both straps on, which had plenty of nothing inside. It was empty except for a few clothes and a bottle of lake water. Andrew did have a job to make money. His job was carrying out mail. He'd go out every day at 7 AM through the town, carrying out letters to people's houses, helping the local mailmen. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it kept him slightly saturated.
Carrying out the mail as usual, he rung doorbells of people who did not own mail boxes, and put letters in the boxes for those who did. He had been doing this for three whole months, but it was fine as it was the job to sustain him. The sun shined bright as he finished his last batch of mail. "Soo, what now?" He thought to himself, looking around for something to do. Only houses and happy people around. Nothing particularly interesting.
"Go kill someone" A voice in his head said. A voice much different from his own. It sounded more mature, but at the same time very childish and cheerful. Scared, Andrew shook the voice out of his head and carried on. "Ugh, he probably still doesn't hear me. Well crap." The voice carried on talking. Andrew shook it away once more, shaking his head sideways, and carried on going towards the mall to see what's new there. Even though Andrew was homeless, he was still clean and bathed. He'd go to the nearby lake every morning to wash before work, and sleep at the train station. He got caught by cops twice, but managed to run away both times.
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