~Prologue: Before the New Land AKA I Hate Cars!~
"Something bad is bound to happen on a good day. And guess what? Today was a good day."-Me
I sighed and looked at my watch. "Nine fifty?" I leaned up against the break room doorway and groaned. "Can't we close early so I can go home?"
"Nope" I heard from behind me. I turned around and looked at the owner of the voice. "There are still one or two costumers in here. Can't close until their out."
"Well fucking kick 'em out." He shook his head. I released a fake sigh. "Fine..." And started laughing. I didn't really care that there were still people in there store. I was just tired. "So, I cleaned the bathrooms and we recovered the store." I said as I crossed off the mental checklist. "What else is there to do?"
"Well not much." He shrugged. "Just need to sweep the floor, take care of the trash, and ring these guys out and we're done." He said grabbing a cigarette. "But right now, I'm going out front."
I nodded. "Alright. Care if I join ya?" He shrugged and grabbed another cigarette, I shook my head.
He put it back. "Sorry man, it's just habit."
I shrugged. "No harm done. As long as you don't try to force it on me or something, but I know you won't." He shook his head and we walked out to the front of the store. "So how's the oldest doing in school?"
"Oh not too bad." He said while lighting his cigarette. "He's getting a lot of green marks and everything." He said and nodded at the last part.
"Green marks?"
"Yeah, since he's in kinder-garden they give out green or red marks depending on how he's doing." He rolled his eyes.
"Huh. I never got that."
"Me neither. Kinda stupid if you ask me."
I nodded. "Yeah. Why not give them actual grades?" He shrugged and I looked inside to see if there was anyone at my register. The last two people had just walk up. "I got costumers."
"Go for it."
I walked inside and rang them out. Shortly after, my supervisor came in and locked the doors. He told me to sweep and gather the trash while he did all of the closing procedures. So I walked to the back room and grabbed the push broom, swept the floor, and gathered the trash. I looked at my watch after I was done and it was ten eighteen. I walked towards the break room when he said he was done and told me to clock out. I did so and started to gather my things so we could leave.
We walked outside and locked the doors. We said our goodbyes and went to our cars. I started my car, plugged in my iPod and started listening to Rammstein, and then left. He left shortly after I did. I stopped at the intersection and didn't see any other cars, so I started to go. that's when the driver's side window of my car exploded! After a few seconds, the pain finally registered and it was excruciating! I looked at my left arm and it was bleeding pretty bad, but somehow wasn't broken. I could feel all of the little cuts in my face as I unbuckled my seat belt.
I was somehow able to open the door and began to crawl out. That's when I noticed that my car was on it's side. I looked over at the other vehicle and the driver was freaking out. She was holding her forehead and rabidly breathing. I began to try to hoist myself out of the car when I lost balance and fell to the ground. The pain was so intense that I began to lose consciousness. I heard my supervisor's voice call out my name but it sounded distant. Ironically the last thing from the song was "Fürchtet euch, fürchtet euch nicht." Which roughly translates into: "Be afraid, don't be afraid"
I smiled at that and said one last thing before I passed out.
"Fuckin' S.U.V.s..."