Saturday Research Paper

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It all began on a Saturday. Why did it have to be a Saturday? Of course, the party had to be Saturday night. Saturdays were always my unlucky days. Perhaps it was because it was everyone else's lucky day.

You see, for most people, Saturday is a day off, but not for me. I had to work seven days a week in the Lobby 67 Diner. As if that was not bad enough, I now had to take time out of my day to attend some party for the staff. Before I begin, no, I did not work at a hotel, and no, the staff were not minimum wage hotel janitors. The term "Lobby" was kind of like "City". Whoever founded Maxonia was clearly not all that creative. Every city, or Lobby, was named 1-100, with 1 being the capital.

The higher the Lobby's number, the smaller the city …show more content…

I could see a plane flying overhead. At least it looked like a plane. It was red, and it almost looked like the bus that was only a few meters in front of me, but the plane was miles above the ground.

The Lobby landscape was not all that big. My apartment building, peaking at twenty-six stories above the ground, was the second tallest skyscraper around. The first was the mayor's building, which stood at thirty-five. Mayor Ghent and his family had the entire building to themselves, and none of them really left it. From what I heard they only actually lived on the top floor, and the rest were offices for staff to work in. Others claimed all the staff lived in the building and not just the mayor. I did not know what to believe. They never allowed civilians inside, let alone children.

We did not have public elections in Lobby 67, or anywhere in Maxonia. Instead, the staff elected the mayor by voting among themselves, choosing whichever candidate they preferred. So there were elections, but just for the staff. I liked it that way. I always had confidence that the staff would choose a qualified candidate, and they always delivered. That way I did not have to myself with political issues and nor did the rest of the …show more content…

I grabbed them just as I walked up the steps and came face to face with the bus driver. As I handed him the gems, which he accepted without saying anything, not even a "thank you", I could not stop thinking about him. He seemed rather tall, maybe around 75 inches. He was also quite slim, much slimmer than other bus drivers for sure. Something about him did not seem quite normal, but I knew if I observed him too long he would realize I was staring at him. By the aggravated look on his face before, I knew I would not want to give him more trouble. Meekly, I turned right into the row of nearly empty

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