Beginning of my life in Finch Pointe

Today started like every other day I've had this week, rainy and gross. The rain puts me in the mood to stay inside all day, curl up on the couch and read my favorite book. Of course I can't do that. I have to get dressed and leave this small, drafty apartment, walk down Black Ave. and go to work at Smart-pac for my way-to-early shift. It was the only job a person with my non-existent college education could get in the weird town. It'll be okay though. I should only be in Finch Pointe for a year at the most. After I make enough money to go back to school, I'll be out of here. As I'm making the short walk to work I see these two huge, ugly pig trucks driving towards me. That reminds me... I'm out of cereal and Ramen noodles. I write "go to Piggly-Wiggly after work" on my hand and start  the first of many long days to com.