Hijiri wrote:Oh, I'd like to see what you could come up
for this c:
It was a regular day in the office for Montag. The steady clicks of keyboards and the humming of printers became his daily music, and his lunch consisted of microwave-heated sandwiches and stale coffee in styrofoam cups. The atmosphere of his job was just what a person would imagine it to be - dull and draining. His coworkers despised him since he always turned in clients' papers late and always seemed to be unaware of what was happening around him. In short, he had a miserable occupation along with a miserable reputation with his peers.
The beep of the speaker sounded throughout the office. His boss's voice, deep and monotonous, drawled the sentence he had become accustomed to ever since he started his job here. "Montag, to my office, now."
He wearily got out of his chair and started to walk slowly towards the hall to the boss's room. He received a couple of snickers and raised eyebrows from several workers. As he walked past the last section of cubicles near the hallway, he heard a male coworker mutter to a female one, "The boss should just replace him already. He's not good for anything anyway."
Feeling a pang of guilt and hurt, his shoulders slumped forward and he sighed heavily. He felt as if his feet were moving on their own. He knew he did not want to face the usual lecture from his boss, but his legs had already become used to the route towards his superior's office. His emotions felt dampened, as if someone had hosed them down with cold water and left them to dry without a warm towel to ease the momentary shock. As he walked down the hall, he looked outside to the city and the blue sky, which contrasted greatly against the bland white and gray of the office. He noticed a park at the end of the street with several children playing on a set of swings, and several passers by walking to destinations that he probably would never have the chance to visit. While looking at the bustling life around him, he noticed his own reflection in the glass panels of the hallway. His face was a forlorn mask, with a slight frown etched onto it. He realized then his own unhappiness and resentment of his job.
"Bigger and better things are awaiting me outside of this building.." he contemplated. He imagined himself, for once, as being
happy. The office was not his calling, although it probably was for the other employees who spent their time typing away at their computers and giving him dirty looks. His calling was definitely out there, somewhere in the city, where he would be content with his job and not have a thinning, gray-haired boss spitting in his face every single day.
One day, he thought,
one day I'll ditch this job and find my potential elsewhere. One day.
At first I didn't know what to write, but after thinking about it I wrote out the first idea I had. I hope you like it, and if there's anything I should fix (grammar, vocabulary, sentence structures, etc.) please let me know. Enjoy
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. Waiting to see what you can come up with 
