Peter

Peter’s life has been chaotic. His family broke out into another fit of drama, so he left the nest, ran straight to college, and got an apartment and a job. But lately Peter’s job at a greasy spoon diner has been unbearable.

The job doesn’t pay the best, so that meant he had to find a roommate to afford an apartment.

And now Peter’s roommate is always bringing some drop out into their apartment for late night “study sessions”. His sleep schedule is wrecked, and, even better, the rent on the apartment is late.

He had heard once that if you become a roommate with a friend, you won’t stay friends for long.

In Peter’s case, the friendship gets strained thinner as his “friend” keeps making excuses why they need him to cover their half of the rent.

Thanks to that deadbeat, he’s working harder just to lose money on the rent. Peter’s nearly broke and getting a second job feels like it will kill him.

At least in the park he has some alone time. Peter always loved this part of the park: it’s untouched by obnoxious family members and college jerks.

The only people who come here are the grounds keepers. Even then, they only come by in the morning.

Closing his eyes, Peter rubbed his face and huff out the tension in his lungs. So that he could calm down enough to enjoy the peace and quiet.

Just then Peter felt someone sit down beside him. Startled, he turns around and look towards the interloper.

“Um, hi there. Can I help you?” He asked them.