“Every day has become the same repetitive motions” you state to your mother over the phone.

“I understand, but is moving going to improve anything really?” She asks.

You sigh, “Maybe not, but it’s my choice.” She takes a breath to start again. “I already have a job offer, the plane ticket…” you trail off.

“… Just keep in touch, okay?” She sighs.

“I will.” Ending the call, you hold your face in your hands.

‘Being born and raised in the same place for 20 years… why wouldn’t I be in a rut?’

You glance over to the boxes stacked by the door, to the empty room surrounding you, the plane ticket reading off Cincinnati, OH...

Shaking your head, you grab your laptop and proceed to log on to Youtube.

‘Did I pick this off a whim?’

Click.

‘No. I AM doing this for myself, a new start…’

Scroll.

‘It’s nice there, I already bought the ticket, got the job’

Your cursor stops over the Youtuber name, Markiplier.

‘Even if I was going for the opportunity, my chances are close to null.’

You start one of his videos up and begin going through your mental checklist.

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This is just the first chapter, so it.... kinda sucks :D

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