Personal Narrative Fiction

It was the start of a new beginning. The sound of my alarm woke me from a deep coma. I hit the off button with my head still resting on my pillow and my covers still wrapped around me. I felt like a zombie. No matter how much sleep I got I always felt as if I needed more. I got out of bed and stepped on the hardwood floors of my newly furnished apartment. Opening the blinds I stepped outside onto my balcony, located on the twentieth floor, as I watched life. Pedestrians walking with such purpose, some appeared to be in a rush, traffic which was idle due to the over crowded streets. A homless guy in a ripped red shirt with brown jeans, due to the accumulated amount of dirt, caught my attention. He was picking cans out of a garbage as everyone walked past as if he didn't exsist. I siged as I walked back into my condo to put on some coffee.

My cell began to ring as I was in the processing of getting dressed. "It can't be anyone excet my mother calling me thos early" I thought to myself. I tripped over a box and stubbed my pink toe as I made my way toward the phone, and of course it was mother mother.

"Hello mother." I stated sarcastically.

"Hey honey. How is everything going? Ya know I still don't understand why you chose to move so far away from you're father and I. I mean its so dangerous there and...."

A guy in a black suit talking on his cell phone nearly knocked my cup of coffee out my hands, without even saying excuse me!! I guess the fast life was just something I would have to get used to. I approached the homeless guy in the red shirt who caught my attention earlier. He was now nibbling on a corn dog, which clearly he had dug out of the same trash can as the cans. Before flagging down a taxi, finally, I offered the man twenty dollars and gave hima pat on the shoulder. He smiled in delight as his eyes lit up. I exchanged a friendly smile as I entered the back of the yellow