For a moment there, the Alarm Clock was completely silent. Now hold on, all I had to do was tell it it was my birthday? I should tell it New Years’ had come early - maybe it’d even leave me alone. - Gale Heathering
I didn’t plan on being a wanted fugitive.
Of course not. That’s not a thing you ever plan on doing. You don’t wake up on a fine Sunday morning, look up at your ceiling and say to yourself; ‘Today, I’m going to become a criminal.”
You don’t. You don’t do that. Please, don’t do that.
For the Official Record in case anyone is taking notes, I was not the mastermind behind the whole operation. I wasn’t the main character - I still am not, actually. I’m not even the love interest.
I’m just the guy who ended up being very, very unlucky. Enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
For me, that was eleven a.m. in the playground next to my apartment.
Oh, who was I kidding? I was practically inviting trouble on my doorstep, what with being up at such a godforsaken hour as that.
The morning air was crisp and cold against my skin. My dull grey and ratty jacket was like a teaspoon of sugar against a tablespoon of coffee - not enough to ward off the bitterness.
Goodness, I could so go for a coffee right about now. Not even with any cream or sugar - just the pure black bitterness to maybe send me back a day before this all even happened. Wouldn’t that be grand - I wonder if it were possible.
You might be wondering about now; “Hey, what’re you doing standing in the playground near your apartment at eleven a.m in the morning if you don’t like being awake that early? You don’t even have proper attire against the chill.”
Now that is an excellent question. I had no little kid to watch over - I didn’t have a partner, and I didn’t really plan on having for the next few years or so. I didn’t even have like, a pet or something that I had to take out for a walk. I lived alone.
Oh no, I wasn’t standing there because I had to watch over someone. I was standing there because I was looking for someone. Or rather, something.
I was looking for the magical arrowhead that I’d been forced to buy on the internet that morning.
I didn’t even know what an arrowhead was before that morning.