Day 5- Monday

Thomas awoke in sweat and looked at his clock. Crap he thought to himself he couldn't be late again his boss was sure to let him have it this time. It really wasn't his fault that this would be his fifth day in a row of being late, but lately sleep was something that Thomas hadn't been getting much of. He rolled over and slowly sat up and swung his feet unto the puke yellow carpeting that made up the floor of his room. The entire room was sparse. The entirety of the room contained his small twin bed a small night table with and alarm clock and a bookcase that had seen better days. The walls were covered in a brown paisley pattern most likely installed with the horrendous carpet. He didn't even know why he was still working at the local pizza palace. His manager was a dick. His pay was a joke, and the other delivery drivers where either too stupid or to stoned to ever hold an intelligent conversation. They might not have spoke with grunts but as far as Thomas was concerned they were cavemen. Then again there was one plus side to working there. and that was Alice. Alice had been Thomas' neighbor since he was eight years old. They had been best friends since then. As soon as he thought of her old memories came bubbling to the surface of his mind. The time they had gotten caught putting fireworks in old man Dimbles trash can, and all the summer nights they had spent just talking about what grand schemes that the future held for them, where the ones most poignant in his thoughts. What a future he thought to himself as he remembered what time it was...

He stood up and stretched and went over to his closet pulled out a pair of black dress pants, not the nice kind. No these were the standard issue itchy as all hell cheap work pants. He sighed as he grabbed the red polo shirt with the bright yellow pizza palace logo on it that looked about as attractive as wearing a trash bag with holes cut in it. He dressed quickly and left his room closing the door behind him. Thomas' house was a small two story dwelling that looked like it was stuck in the 70s. Him and his mom had lived there for as long as he could remember. He lumbered slowly down the carpeted stairs the same long fibers as in his room only a slightly more attractive shade of green. At the bottom of the stairs he walked past the front door and into the living room. It was a small room with the same carpet as the stairs. The walls were painted white and on them hung a few family pictures of Thomas and his mom. There was a large picture window on one side of the room draped with tan curtains that where pulled back so that the morning sun was shining through. In front of the window was an old grey couch that was surprisingly comfortable despite its age.A beast of a coffee table sat just in front of the couch. It was solid oak and irregularly big for a coffee table. Thomas couldn't count the times he had tripped or stubbed his toes because of that monstrosity. On the table lay they remote for the small tv they had his laptop that he had left downstairs last night and a small piece of paper with some writing on it. Thomas picked up the note and read it. " im off to work have a good day honey love ya mom" . The standard note Thomas thought to himself and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and maybe something to eat.

The kitchen matched The decor of the rest of the house yellow cabinets hung on two walls. Underneath one set of cabinets set a small sink with dishes still sitting in it. Directly across from the sink sat the stove, and a small three to four foot floor cabinet that the microwave was sitting on. He opened up the cabinet above the sink and got a clean mug out and shuffled over to the right where on the counter the coffee maker sat. Good there was still some left he wouldn't have to wait to make some more. He poured the black liquid into the mug that he was hold which had one of those terrible messages that are supposed to cheer you up much like those hang in there kitten posters. Thomas paid no attention to it as he took a big gulp of the dark stuff. It was ice cold. He didn't really care to be honest he still was on a constrained schedule anyways. He went back into the living room and plopped down on the couch he put on an old pair of socks that had been lying on the floor cause he was too lazy to go upstairs and get a new pair. He then slowly put on his black non descriptive industrial tennis shoes. They were almost as ugly as the shirt but then again they didn't have that bright yell icon that seemed to act as a beacon of depression for Thomas. He stood up grabbed hid army green messenger bag from the couch slipped his laptop into the bag and started heading for the door. He grabbed his keys that hung on a small hook on the right hand side of the door. His hand then slowly reached for the knob and tugged the door inwards as soon as the door opened he felt a strange sensation almost like someone was watching him he shirked it off as nothing and stepped outside. He closed the door behind him and locked it . Then walked across the yellow grass towards the garage.

It was September and summer was pretty much over the leaves where still on the trees and it was still warm but the cold was coming soon it was just looming around the corner waiting to sink its fangs into its favorite victim summer. The garage was painted grey and was only a single car garage. The door was broken and usually sat halfway down. Thomas tried on many occasions to close it all the way but even if he hung his entire weight from the handle the thing wouldn't budge. He pushed the door the other half of the way up and stepped into the old wooden garage. Along one side sat a table with all sorts of chemicals on it and next to that were some old tools that as far as Thomas knew had never been used at least not by the houses current owners. In the middle of the garage sat his old truck. It had seen better day thats for sure. He got it cheap when the old man down the street that owned it had died. What was left off the original body was a light grey color. The hood and driver side door were red. The left fender a sickly green that Thomas was surprised that anyone would even think of painting their vehicle that color. There were dents all over it and the windshield was had a small crack that Thomas was hoping wouldn't get any bigger. "Heya frank hows it goin" he said as he crossed to the driver side. Frank was short for Frankenstien being that the truck was a patchwork of parts just like Frankenstien's monster, minus the whole bolts in the neck thing. He hopped in the truck and slid the keys into the ignition and started it up. Frank bellowed and sputtered a bit then finally got somewhat stable at running. Thomas threw the radio on not so much to listen to anything but just to have some background noise that would make it so he wasn't all alone with just his thoughts, and slowly pulled out of the garage down the small driveway and out onto the street. He turned right and headed down his street.

He looked at the clock again it wasn't as late as he thought. He was still fifteen minutes late but maybe Daryl wouldn't be there yet. It wasn't likely though when it came to managers Daryl was about as kind and caring as Hitler. He was one of those people who was in charge and had to make sure that everyone knew it. He was always talking about how prestigious his job was and how he would never do work he wasn't proud of. Thomas saw it differently he was making pizza not writing new bills of advocating world peace. As far as Thomas was concerned there was nothing prestigious about making pizza or in his case delivering them. Thats the weird thing about being a delivery driver the mornings were always quiet and half the time there were no calls at all but Daryl still insisted that Thomas come to work but then again getting paid to do nothing wasn't that bad.

He pulled his truck into the old drive way and pulled into the same parking spot he had been parking in since the first day he had worked at the pizza palace. That was two years ago, two years since Alice had convinced him to apply if it hadn't been for her still working there he would quit he thought to himself. He turned frank off and got out no point putting off the verbal lashing that he would receive as soon as Daryl laid his eyes on him. He walked across the parking lot full of small weeds and towards the older building. It was originally a small Italian restaurant and it had a distinct look to it the building was fairly short with a pitched roof the outside was cover in cheap white vinyl siding that had seen better days. He walked up to the front door and opened it. The familiar bing bong that let the workers know when someone came in made Thomas cringe inside he knew what was coming and he wasn't looking forward to it. Daryl came storming through the small doors that separated the check out area from the kitchen. Monday had officially begun.