Chapter 2: Time to Sleep

12 am, time to do my job. I climb up the stand, tie a whistle around my neck and pull up ‘This side of Paradise’. I hope someone drowns today.

Like last year. Last July in pool 2A we had a scrawny kid working a vacation job; damn brat just finished high school and didn’t get accepted into Carmon college. Believe that, we have 400 people living here, school’s as big as Capitol, doesn’t get a tenth of Carmon’s brats signing in and they still manage to deny applications. Anyway, he showed up at the ticket stand one day and signed himself in. Of course the boss took him on, who the hell wants to be working here anyway? Gave him a lousy salary, the pool lady could be his damn employer.

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