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Chapter 1
Monday, June 18th
9:02 A.M
“Gooooooooood morning Vietnam!” the alarm clock radio announced. I opened my eyes reluctantly. Vietnam? Honestly? “Now that I have you’re attention, and no, you’re not in Vietnam – “
“Steve, you’re a moron,” announced the second radio host.
“Hey, what is a better way to wake up to than something like that?” Steve defended
“Sure, unless you’re a war veteran. . .” There was an awkward silence among the radio hosts. I felt my eyes begin to close to the silence. I smiled to myself and moved into a more comfortable position but was once again awakened by Steve’s obnoxious voice.
“Carrying on with the local news, 2 men are suspected for last night’s murder. The two men are described as wearing dark . . .” I shut the clock off and got out of my bed. These men knew nothing. Dark clothing? I laugh to myself. It was late in the evening, all clothing looks dark. I roll my eyes and begin to prepare for another lousy day at work. The pathetic life of a waitress, I thought to myself. Serving other people and listening to their every order and complaint. Waitress - a more polite word for slave.
9:02 A.M
“Gooooooooood morning Vietnam!” the alarm clock radio announced. I opened my eyes reluctantly. Vietnam? Honestly? “Now that I have you’re attention, and no, you’re not in Vietnam – “
“Steve, you’re a moron,” announced the second radio host.
“Hey, what is a better way to wake up to than something like that?” Steve defended
“Sure, unless you’re a war veteran. . .” There was an awkward silence among the radio hosts. I felt my eyes begin to close to the silence. I smiled to myself and moved into a more comfortable position but was once again awakened by Steve’s obnoxious voice.
“Carrying on with the local news, 2 men are suspected for last night’s murder. The two men are described as wearing dark . . .” I shut the clock off and got out of my bed. These men knew nothing. Dark clothing? I laugh to myself. It was late in the evening, all clothing looks dark. I roll my eyes and begin to prepare for another lousy day at work. The pathetic life of a waitress, I thought to myself. Serving other people and listening to their every order and complaint. Waitress - a more polite word for slave.