Yellow Hands. (A Kaiju Paradise Story)

Prologue

"Seriously?"

All but one word was needed to spoil my mood.

"Thirteen dollars an hour. Barely above the damned minimum wage."

I stare back at my sister, her words stung. She sits smug and disgusted as usual, and scoffed.

"You act like you could do better."

She ignores me now. Her phone playing sounds of random media she mindlessly watches, whilst I eat my cereal.

"When's dad coming back?"

"He should be home close to noon tomorrow, he sent a text earlier. He has a big shipment apparently."

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"Also, job starts tomorrow, and Addy, don't steal my damned tv again."

I finish my cereal and stand up to put my bowl and spoon in the sink. Addy recently has been forced to do dishes, as well as her hating the smell. I've been nose blind recently, the cold of autumn ending making my nose bright red and stuffy.

I turn to the corridor that houses our separate rooms and the bathroom. I should clean myself up, I'll forget if I don't. The day is uneventful, easily a day to forget about.

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Opening the door to my older Jeep, I sit down, the stereo seems to not have been touched by my sibling to my amaze and joy. The key slides into the ignition to start the car. Pressing the breaks down as I shift into reverse. ...I should let it warm up first.

I do need something for the new job to wear, do they provide uniforms at labs? I need to look... civilized for the interview. They over email told if I pass the interview I'll start on the spot.

The sound of my AC blowing hot air into the already humid car makes a silence breaker. My fingers were already numb from the cold, why is it so cold in Iowa?

...Why does my gut churn at the thought of Laminax Laboratories?

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Author's note,

Hi, I apologize for the poor quality of the story, this is my first story and I am not too great with storytelling. I wanted to write a story of a game I enjoy and wanted to have a personal story to write out to others. Thank you for your support.

-Nam

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