Now we turn to Act Two:

The light were dim as I peered out to the docks. the thick fog was barreling it's way upon us. We better act quick if we wanted to catch the train in time. I looked over my shoulder to see if Dwayne was still behind us, or if he got trampled along the way. He was just a few short steps, as I jetted out on to the streets to cross the bridge up ahead. The rain had done a number on my shoes and we weren't even half down the block yet. I checked my watch to see that it was a quarter til five.
"We better hurry if you wanna check out that snack bar, you big galoot" I hollered out.
He didn't find it amusing as he shuffled his feet forward to a more speed walk if anything. I race down the bridge onto the platform of the main street slab. I took it all in ass I waited for the slow-poke to catch up. The lights shimmered from every window, from every direction, at the same time. Buy this, buy that! It screamed. The mindless bustle of people stopping and going tuned into their own little worlds. People rushing, people taking breaks, people rummaging, people converting, people.
"Why'd ya take off like that?" Dwayne slumped beside me.
"What's wrong? Can't run?" I joked.
"Running is for school" He retorted.
I scoffed. His logic was way off base, but I didn't have to inform him on his misinformation. We had a train to catch.
"Well, Com'on! It's almost five!" I scurried.
We took off in the direction of the station.

As we walked along the city, I thought about the places we would go. Once we got to Insert City, I needed to find all the ins and outs about it. I thought about if Dwayne was slowing me down or keeping me at bay. Sometimes, I"m not so sure. I think of the positives we've shared in our history. How I can just be my nasty rude jerk of a friend and he'd always be there to take the blows. How could one person be so open to just accept to what is.  The cold fog was creeping past my jacket on to the back of my neck. I shivered. My brain was getting to cold to concentrate on anymore than getting on the train. I walked up to the front and ask the cashier for two tickets to Insert City. Delahia and I gathered our money and collected our tickets. She kindly pointed the direction of the train and led us off on our way. The train barely announced that they were accepting passengers to load on. Deanna wanted to get "at least" something to drink for the way up. I reminded her that there was a full kitchen and bar on the train. She was shocked. I rolled my eyes and pulled her along. Once we got into our seats, I asked the attendant which car had the cafe and at which times would they be open. He pronounced that half-hour into the ride the cafe will open and won't close until half-hour destination. I thanked him kindly. I started thumbing through the menus. I stopped on drinks and looked for one that could put me in a new state of mind.







 

adluvne / Case may be out

To whom it may concern:

It may seem unfamiliar to pick up the nick of jotting down my thoughts on keyboard how I so effortlessly did when I was younger. It seems that I have a little time to do so. At this moment in time, I've composed the idea that I was on the edge of a mental break down. The reason I don't know exactly. All this angst is inside me. My job is putting too many hours on my plate that I did not ask for and expecting way too highly of me when I'm balancing all of the in and outs of the store to keeping up in all three of my classes before the week of Finals come and the grades come in! Keeping up with my toddler at he goes through the ebbs and flows of the terrible twos. The stress of all this money I've worked so hard for just seems to disappear right before my eyes. Not of reckless spending, but to dolely it out to scumbag so-called-friends. Accepting to start a business. not knowing what it had entailed. Sure, Make-up is always fun! Right? I've made a lot of mistakes in the last couple of months. Learning is such a curve ball. I always pray and praise Lord, and be grateful of what I do have in the presence that surrounds me. A mostly warm house, great food if I wanna spend the time and energy, the best bed sleep could buy, and a kid that completes me in a way that no one could ever describe.

So I'm flashing forwarding to the problems I'm having with authority. They seem to talking behind my back and acting like everything is normal in front of my face. Is this a bad behavior on their behalf or mine? What did I do so terrible that makes them whisper behind the corner? Being late? Not showing up for work, or calling in? When I told them I no longer had a babysitter, go to school(12 credits), and keep my relationships healthy? Maybe it's just me. Something didn't add up. Yes, I should have called. Yes, I should put in my two weeks and find a job elsewhere. Like kohls for example. They might let me back on the team. There's nothing I've got to lose. I need to find my own place and start paying my own bills and getting organized to a new level. That's what 25 is all about. Finding a semi-great career, with a mostly-great house, and most dependable car, so that I can decorate my own things. Do my own hobbies, on my own time, Do my own thing. So my plan was all discussed with my mother. I just have to get those goals moving one step at a time. Continue on this struggle and I will get there. Breathing is the important aspect of this life.

Two Thousand Sixteen is just around the corner.
What can I achieve in the next year to become a better me?  
What new skill can I work on?
I know which bad habit I'll be breaking on. You don't have to tell me twice. And, no, it's not chocolate.
ttfn
Jen