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#My500Words Day 1: Wrong place, wrong time

This is a bit of a trial. I've commited to writing 500 words everyday, and even though this is my first day, I think I'm not going to be able to deal with such a big amount of words today, it's too late (it was, yesterday when I was writing). One of the rules is not to edit so, this might be a disaster. Please, don't kill me if you don't like it or there are many mistakes, but comment, that would be great for me. And give me ideas so I can write the next day... See you tomorrow! (today).

And there he was, waiting at the front of his colleague's doorsteps, again. He wondered what his excuse would be that day. He had to walk the dog? Maybe the alarm hadn't sounded? Who knows, he was always late, he no more needed an excuse. But he would never just not appear without telling him. He started to worry. He was never more that 5 minutes late, and it was a quarter past eight in the morning.

He didn't really get on with him, but taking his younger mate to work every day would reduce his petrol expense considerably, and even though he would be late, since his boss always arrived even later, that was not a real big problem.

He didn't live alone, he still lived with his parents, and it was quite early, so he didn't dare to knock on the door or press the bell, but he called him. He didn't get it. He pushed the door in and it opened, he put himself on alert, that wasn't normal. He went in with his both hands closed in front of his face, believing he'd be capable of reacting in case someone attacked him. He'd been always quite fast, but not especially good at martial arts, he was kind of calm and wouldn't usually get in trouble. His heart beat so fast, he had never been so tense; so terrified. He looked arround without seeing anything. The lights were off and the windows closed. He stopped, he turned.

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