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"Daybreak" by azienskieth
I am on the move. I left Neopia Central this morning around daybreak, heading south. I don't have a particular destination. I just want to get away for a while, to get some time to myself.
Life in Neopia Central is hard. There are so many people, so much more than I'm used to. I grew up on a small farm on the outskirts of Meridell, with no neighbors in sight. I lived there with my father and my sister, until my sister moved to Brightvale for school. We seldom had visitors, and my dad usually made the trips into town without us kids, bringing back for us all the groceries and whatnot. I got used to not being around people.
I moved out to the city when I came of age; it was time to leave the farm and get out into the real world. I didn't realize how much the real world entailed, I wasn't ready for all of this. There's so much hustle and bustle. There's so much life - we didn't have that out at the farm. I guess you could say I experienced some growing pains.
I've been here for a year already, and I still don't have a handle on things. I speak to my neighbors once in a while, when I see them out and about. For all my efforts, I haven't made any friends. I work at a convenience store, where customers are typically friendly and we all get along, but outside of work things are completely different. I'm hardly acknowledged by anyone when I'm out and about.
I'm surviving - but I'm not living.
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