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Chapter 5- Travis's POV

I sighed and wiped the sweat off of my forehead, finally finishing setting up the sofa and recliner in the living room section of my apartment. The small kitchen, too, was finished, with plates, bowls, cups, and silverware all stored in the cabinets. The stools were also seated at the front of the peninsula separating part of the living room and kitchen.

I had been working on my apartment throughout most of the night, even waking up early to finish unpacking the boxes and setting up the last of the furniture. Now, all that was left for me to set up my new console up.

I had spent a portion of my savings on a dual computer screen so that I could put my major of Computer Science to use even at home. It was of great joy that I had also been accepted into a job position at Phoenix Drop Computer Science Department. It was a job that paid fairly well, which would help me make a living on my own now that I had the degree to get a good job like so.

I spent the next several hours hooking up wires and cables before stepping back, pushing a button and watching as the screens illuminated and started the booting process. I went back to the living and decided to watch a Television Drama on a random channel. After watching several minutes of the show, which was set on an island resort with a bunch of young adults around my age, I stood back up and decided I was, at last, bored.

I went to the kitchen and took a bowl, a box of cereal, and milk and made my dinner for the night, walking back to my bedroom to wait for my computer to finish setting up. I set the bowl aside and sat in the chair when it finally finished, and I went to work at setting it up and making a folder for my work.

I glanced at the time, seeing it was half past seven and began my first project for work. It would save me time on the the first work day tomorrow, which would do me good seeing as I would probably get lost inside the large office.

And at ten o'clock, I gave up and changed into my night-clothes, slithering into my bed and staring at the ceiling, my mind flashing back to the morning after the party.

Get that out of your mind, Travis. It wasn't your fault it happened.