The HeroThe Hero
The day had come. 01/01/2342.
A twenty-one year old’s first of February is often described as the first day of their second life. The only life they can ever hope to have from that day on, but that’s not so often talked about.
Drew knelt down in attempt to drag his clothes from underneath his small, rusted, steel-iron bed. Doing this caused such an ear-shattering scrape - Drew’s muscular 6"2' frame struggling to squeeze into the tiny space below his bed - that it woke his brother.
"Drew... it's 6AM, what are you doing? Ben exhaled, exasperated from little-to-no sleep, down to Drew's anxious twists and turns in the bunk above his during the entirety of the night”
"I'm choosing my career today, you know that."
"No one really get's to choose what they do; that's just a fallacy. Go back to bed."
“Don’t worry, Sir, she’s coming, I’ll just...” Mrs. Crosse walked a little up the stairs to a distance she was sure P