January 3, 20XX

"I don't feel right, Lily." I told the girl in the cubicle next to me, coughing in between words. I didn't stop to look at her long blond hair hanging off of her shoulders, or her green eyes staring out the bright computer screen. I knew all too well not to look directly at Lily Carwright. Or you would be turned to stone. Our keyboards clacked in unison and she didn't miss a single beat against me. I had to cover my mouth. It would be rude not to.

"It might be that cold that you've got." Lily said.

"It's not a cold."

"That cough. Whatever." She muttered. She always snuffed me, and refused to look at me through those silver framed lenses surrounding her eyes. I knew very well Lily didn't care. But I had no one else to talk to. "You should take some time off work." She stated suddenly, her eyes just above her glasses which were now sitting on top of her nose. "You know, go home, go to bed, sleep all day and all night." She grinned a little. "Stay away from me for a while."

"Truly a b***h as always." I continued putting in the few numbers I had yet to add into the computer system.

"Careful now, Mr. Kowl. I can very well report you for your rude language and behavior." She flipped through each file in front of her.

I stood up, now finished with my morning shift and walked passed her desk as I headed for my lunch break. "You know, Lily, I never liked this job anyway."

As I walked away I heard her shout back in reply, "It's never really liked you either."

I laughed out loud as the elevators seperated me from our floor.

 

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Lunch was a sandwich made with stale bread once again. Nothing good really happened there.

 

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The rest of the work day consisted with arguments with my co-worker as usual, and I went home that night with the same strange feeling as when I came to work. I walked into the cold apartment, took off my tight clothes, crawled beneath the thin sheets in the empty bed, and slept without a single dream.

Good night, cruel world.

Reviews

[Elanra]

God i hate routines! Why doesnt he just kill himself! Three years of constant "nothing"!!

Anyway... i liked your style and ur imagination. The way u put it all in words. I loved ur descriptions and the way this isnt confusing!! Thank you!

Well done Michelle ^_^