Playing Married

I shrugged my tattered coat onto my shoulders and gave Beth a perfunctory nod. My muscles were aching, but I was determined to succeed. She gave me a wink, and I couldn't help but wonder how there was any way that she could possibly be so much energy. Following my departure from the bar where I worked, I began to make my way back to my dingy apartment, my feet dragging on the ground as I walked. Every day was the same as any other. Having spent the entire day in classes, I had then spent the night working at Sal's Bar, which was a shabby little shack that was frequented by a large number of the people who lived in Fairisle community. Additionally, the tuition at Fairisle University was comparable to that of some of the best universities in the country. I had to work nonstop in order to make ends meet, and I was buried under a mountain of debt. Despite the fact that I could complain, whine, and complain about the American school system as much as I wanted to, I was aware that I could not change anything about it. After heaving a sigh, I repositioned my grip on my book bag and proceeded to slog through the night. When I thought about how early I would have to get up the following day, I was filled with a sense of dread and dismay. It was a Friday. I worked two jobs on Saturdays: one was at a bookstore, which I didn't mind because I enjoyed reading, and the other was at Barnett Café, a posh restaurant that was filled with Fairisle's finest and even some posh people who would visit Fairisle just to eat at the five-star restaurant. I made the most of my time at Barnett Café because I enjoyed reading. Despite the fact that my feet hurt after a long eight-hour shift, I was able to make a good living there, despite the fact that I did not particularly enjoy working there. Due to the fact that I was so exhausted that my head was aching, I was unable to recognize that there was a man approaching from down the street. I collided with him, and my books were thrown all over the place, including onto the filthy streets and gutter and falling everywhere. He exclaimed, "Watch where you're going!" in a loud voice. I mumbled, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm so sorry," as I got down on my knees and continued to pick up my books. In an attempt to apologize, I looked up at him. While I was crouching down by his feet and searching blindly for my books, I couldn't help but feel inferior because he was tall. In spite of the fact that it was dark, I could see that he was extremely handsome. He was dressed in a suit and had shoes that appeared to be expensive, but his face was young, somewhere around my age. His dark hair was unkempt and messy, despite the fact that he appeared to be neat. According to what I could see, his face was almost impossible to look at, with eyes that were a brilliant silver color, but his face was contorted into an angry expression. Before storming off, he merely uttered the words "How rude" and let out a sigh of irritation. He did not offer any assistance. I had the urge to get a textbook and throw it at the back of his head. Instead of doing that, I gathered my books, became enraged, and continued to make my way home while fuming in silence. Later on, with my eyes bleary, I arrived at my apartment for the very first time. I was relieved to discover that my roommate was nowhere to be found, and I let out a sigh of relief. Her name was Julia, and she was a lovely young lady who was majoring in some form of sociology. However, she had an excessive amount of energy and was one of those rich girls who were "roughing it." She wanted to experience what "real life" was like, and as a result, she attempted to live off of what she earned. However, she had such a lack of desire to work that she was constantly withdrawing money from her millionaire bank account. In spite of this, she was a pleasant young lady who was always eager to contribute more than her monthly rent p*****t. Furthermore, she enjoyed a good party, and as a result, I saw her physically in the apartment only a few times. This meant that I had a place to stay that was almost completely free for me to use all by myself. However, there was a part of me that wanted to complain to Julia about the attractive man who was rude. The way he carried himself gave off the impression that he was superior to everyone else. He exuded an air of superiority. I decided that tonight, I needed sleep more than I needed to start my reading, so I set my heavy head down and fell into the warm abyss of sleep, still thinking about the jackass in the street. I left my books down with a disappointed sigh and made the decision that I needed to sleep more than I needed to begin my reading.