Tired City (Teaser)
This is the first few paragraphs of a novel I wrote.
I didn’t want to leave my house on a night like this, but it seemed like I didn’t have a choice. I looked out the window as I pulled on my coat. The rain was pattering down in a rhythmic fashion, a drum beat echoing my pounding heart. I easily crossed the creaky floorboards and left the house without a sound. Thankfully, I made it outside without disturbing my parents’ sleep. I took my cellphone out of my pocket, and checked the time. 11:16. I was going to be late. I walked briskly down the dark road, the only light coming from a small break in the rainclouds that allowed a sliver of moonlight to escape. I fleetingly thought to be cautious. Being a 16 year old girl in New York, I risked being mugged, raped, murdered. I almost laughed. Where I was going was much more dangerous than here on the streets. By the time I reached my destination, I was soaking wet, and shivering, not from the cold, but from fear of what lay ahead of me.
The building stood out against the darkness, a stark white color that reminded me of a morgue. I took a deep breath, and cautiously opened the door. Inside, I was taken aback. There was another person in the room. A thin guy, about my age, looked up expectantly. Before this, I was under the impression that I, alone, was the only one The Teacher had called. I had thought I was the only one. I didn’t realize this would be a team effort. I liked working alone…
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