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First Impression: This was certainly an interesting start here. I think you manage to balance the bits of exposition and the actual action well and you end with just the perfect amount of mystery and doubt that as a reader you have no choice but to keep reading.
Anyway let's get right to it,
The cap was off. I was ready to make my way in the world. Thousands of opportunities were at my feet. Life was good.
Everything was good.
Mile and mile, I grew closer to my destination. New York City. I had a plan that I carefully crafted towards the end of my senior year in college.
I’d go to New York. I’d get a cheap apartment. Then I’d get a job at a major publishing agency, and, of course, I’d receive promotion after promotion once everyone realized just how wonderful a person I was and how great I was at my job.
Okayy...interesting little start here. Not the most exciting of starts, but an interesting one nonetheless and it seems almost like this person that's setting out to make a bit of a new life for themselves. Its a way to start things off.
After finding the perfect apartment that fit my budget, I packed up my car. It might not have hot water, but at least it had water. And it might be smaller then my room at home (which is already tiny), but at least it was an apartment. At least I could afford it.
And even though I’ve already gone out of order on my list and I haven’t even gotten there yet, the confidence is radiating off of me. I’m positive that everything will be all good and grand.
Back in college, I was at the top of my class. Everybody knew that I was the nerd. Everyone knew how much I loved books. It was expected that I would accomplish something major in my life. I would discover the cure for cancer or write the next great American novel.
OKayy...so that's off to an interesting start once again...it seems like we're going to get a light history of exactly what sort of person this happened to be...and I think that's a pretty good idea. It certainly manages to work out okay I think.
As I drove out of the tiny town in Kansas that had been my home for most of me life, I did make a quick detour towards the cemetery.
And laid some black roses on my mother’s grave.
Then I left.
Well, that's a really subtle way to introduce something that appears to have been a pretty painful incident at one point in time for this person. So far I'm really liking this starting part here.
The drive was long. The traffic frustrating. But it was worth it. Or it will be.
I walked through the crowded sidewalks of New York, having abandoned my car at my apartment. The city was exactly as I pictured. Giant buildings. Traffic. Crazy guy on the corner screaming about how the world was going to end. I was in wonder.
Until a man came up to me and started screaming at me in Italian. In high school, I had taken four years of the ridiculous language. And to this day, I can only say “ciao.” That’s it. I can’t even form a sentence.
“Uh, sure,” I mumbled to the man, before I quickly walked away to try to loose myself in the crowd.
But he just grabbed my arm.
Okayy...this is off to a very interesting moment here...well not exactly interesting, this is sounding mildly terrifying at this point, it is a little bit hard to judge. It seems the moment this person arrives at their destination, things are about to kick off big time.
The man was tall. Or at least taller then me. Which isn’t really an accomplishment. He had brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was tanned. All in all, he was a good-looking man. That is, except for the scowl on his face.
Whatever the reason Angelo had made him angry was really scratching away at him.
“I don’t want any trouble, Anthony,” Angelo said. “This bambina…”
“Is just that. A girl. She doesn’t concern you, Angelo.”
“Does she concern you, Anthony?” At this point, I was pretty sure I wasn’t even the focus of the conversation. They were having some alpha male argument that I clearly wasn’t apart of.
“No. She’s nothing. Just another body.” That stung slightly, but I shook it off. I knew I wasn’t a nobody. I was a somebody and my life was going to be filled with all the happiness and money that a somebody deserves.
OKayy...this is definitely starting off with some kind of street based situation that clearly our protagonist has absolutely no idea about. So..off to a pretty interesting start here, we'll see where this confrontation manages to take us here.
I made my way over towards the big, windowed building that would hopefully be the home of my new job. That is, if all went well. Which it would.
It was an exceptional interview. I loved the people who worked there, I loved the boss, I loved everything about it.
The rest of the day was spent going from building to building, interview to interview. Each interview got better and better. I learned from the first and built on that knowledge, until my skills pertaining that area where in tiptop shape.
OKayy...that's a cool little montage of sorts. It seems that besides that one odd meeting at the very moment of them arriving, things have actually only gone well...that kind of makes me wonder when the other shoe is going to drop, but its also a nice and light start to proceedings here.
At one point, as I was eating lunch, I noticed a building across the street. I don’t know what made me take a look longer at this building then the rest. There was nothing special about it, besides for its doors. They had music notes carved in it in a rather intricate pattern. It was beautiful. It made me smile.
And then the process began again, and that building was washed out of my mind to be replaced by questions of what are my assets and weaknesses.
I finally stepped into my small apartment after a very long, yet outstanding day. I was ready for sleep. Tomorrow the process would start over again.
I discounted what had happened on the sidewalk earlier that day; it was already forgotten. I had a plan, and no screaming lunatic was going to ruin that.
I loved books, books loved me, and so did New York. And that’s what mattered. I was happy.
But life doesn’t go as planned.
And there is one book that I don’t particularly like.
OKayy...so...that's an interesting ending. The majority of that latter part gives you the idea that things started off well for this person and it was all going rather swimmingly, but then suddenly there's just a tiny hint of something else creeping in right at the end there. Well well, its a very good choice of ending here for this opening piece.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall, this was a good start I think. I definitely enjoyed it quite a bit and I think it makes for a pretty good premise so far. I definitely find myself wanting to read more here.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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