Sunset Terrace:
The Real World
Chapter 1:
Angela
The timer went off in her room, darkness still consumed the area for it was only five or so in the morning but she did have to wake up for the paycheck. I was all about the money in the real world after all, right? Well she did not care, the paycheck would pay her rent, though these were the least of her problems.
Her hair was a messy raven black color since she had not taken a shower yet, otherwise it would be the nice combed straight raven black hair that everyone else saw during days light. Her eyes were shut a little from awakening but would open after a nice warm shower revealing her nice brown eyes. They were almost the color of chocolate without reaching the black hint. Her slender figure showed that she was in a fit condition. Her name happened to be Angela.
The bedroom had a glass sliding door next to the bed that would lead to Angela’s backyard, but there were white drapes to cover the outsides darkness. The television, only across the room from the bed and had the door to the hallway to it’s left, was on with white static every few seconds but showed some show about Christians and what not. A dresser lay to the televisions right, which had a mirror for Angela to see herself in.
Angela had taken her shower within minutes and her hair and eyes were where they needed to be. She had made it to the mirror on the dresser and touched it with her finger, only to be followed by a sigh.
“Same old s**t, same old day,” Angela mumbled to herself pulling clothes from the dresser. Angela put on her black dress and twirled around in it seeing if she could still move around. The dress was a plain black, nothing special about it. The bottom reached between her knee and foot. The straps that held it on her shoulders were thin, showing some of her white skin.
The morning only Brought Angela to fear more than what could probably be, since her life had been a bowl of s**t all this time in her adulthood. “If only I was eighteen again,” Angela mumbled to herself, realizing the pain of being twenty-one.
Car keys were found in the basket near her front door, which Angela had grabbed so she could start her black Lincoln outside. The car started with a nice vroom sound, and it settled to the noiseless morning once more. Angela tuned the radio inside the car to a rock station and started off. This was her only real time of peace, driving to her job.
Traffic had been easy going that day, even though she was traveling highway 95 to her destination it was not packed as usual. It was only a little ways till she veered off into the dirt road and entered an area that had stated a city was five miles away.
“Stupid dirt road,” Angela mumbled to herself feeling the bumpy rocks on her tires.
The radio then became white noise and Angela changed it to the only working station in the area, which kind of sucked. It was a talk show about all the marvelous things happening these days. Religions been better, who gave a s**t. Science is on the coming of a cure, well it’s not the cure yet now is it? Less people dying than normal, boy now I can really sleep safe at night. Angela just found this station for those that were actually interested in life.
The road led finally to a paved one into a large town with some buildings towering. The sign next to Angela had said welcome to Sunset Terrace. Oh the smell of the air was nice. Sunset Terrace was nice.
Sunset Terrace was a one kind of a place to be. All the people were nice, some were bossy though due to the need of jobs having boss-like figures. The roads were usually empty, but people came here and there to visit the place for its historical value. Angela saw this place as a piece of s**t. The saying for the area was, “Welcome to Sunset Terrace, where every sunset is better than the next.”
Angela veered into a parking lot where a large building stood, all for corporate reasons, and for Angela’s job. The doors opened with haste as Angela walked in and looked at the guard with the sign in sheet at the front lobby.
This lobby was hard to describe. Elevators located in the back, couches against the walls left and right. There was a small desk in the middle with the security guard in it, the desk was a square shape. Angel walked to the desk and asked, “Do I really have to sign in?”
The guard woman looked up, laughed a little, and placed a pen on the sign in sheet.
“Guess I’ll take that as a yes,” Angela said rudely and signed the sheet. Afterwards Angela had started to elevator and went up to the fourth floor where she had gone off and entered a cubicle. The cubicle was as normal as one came. Always in a square shape with tow or three at the sides. The inside had a desk and computer, with a small picture frame of three people. One a child, one a male, and one that looked like Angela, about a year ago.
“Stupid picture,” Angela said sitting down and making the picture face down on the desk. With that, Angela began typing on the computer with no delay as though to get everything done. It was only at one o’clock that Angel had stopped and looked around.
The office area was filled with sunlight from the outside and made Angela twitch just a little. Angela could only hope this did not cause a problem with her driving to lunch, since it was that time for her.
Angela passed the sign in sheet quickly and went to her car which had been left unlocked, no criminals in this area. The car started with the vroom sound once more and then quiet once more. Angela had then made the car move to the street. Here Angel made her way to a small diner where she would hopefully catch her break.
The diner was empty, but all was well in this department. Angela liked the quietness. It brought her the inner peace she had died to have every day. Oh if only she had that every day of her light. Angela then started to think back to herself as the diner had been empty.
It was only one year ago Angela had met a person, a male more of it, outside her doorway holding a badge to her. The girl in her hands was torn away from her grip, the man walked off with the child. Angela fell to the floor crying.
The diner had contained wooden furniture, about eighteen tables and eight booths. The bar was near the back to a door which would have led upstairs. The bar had stools which Angela had sat herself upon one. There were only about four people sitting with nothing to eat or drink. The bar tender and waiters/ waitresses had not appeared in the bar, but Angela had not noticed. All she could see now was her hand, trying to stop her tears.
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