Snippet #2305151

Arron was really irritated by the sticky feeling which wrapped itself around his wrist. It was the result of his failed attempt at cleaning himself up after spilling the beer on himself and he hadn't felt much at all when he left the bathroom. It had only been when Arron had finished a pint of beer, payed for anything he'd drank or broken and had made it halfway to his destination that the feeling has arose. Fortunately Arron had such misfortunes cast upon him before and ,though rather annoying, such a trivial matter was not priority. There was something much more important than this he needed to do.

That something was a chore which Arron had assigned to himself upon his departure from his camp site out of the city a week or so ago. He had to buy more food, most of it had to be canned or frozen so it would last longer and what made this task so difficult was Arron's budget. As a part time nurse he was hardly paid much and with the amount he spent on smokes alone he was already pretty low on cash. This was why the first place Arron usually checked for supplies was the plaza, there were a few shops around there that sold the things he needed for cheap.

Upon arriving at the plaza Arron took a moment to look around. From the looks of things it seed as though It was slowly getting busier and if he didn't hurry then he would had to cope with the constant chatter, large crowds and possibly worse. Arron didn't particularly like the people in this area of the city, Most of them had their eyes glues to the screens of their phones whilst those whom didn't were gossiping or spreading rumours. Of course these descriptions didn't apply to everyone, just most of them and Arron could help but feel that it was unfair how they were so well treated and pretty much spoilt for doing nothing at all. If there was one thing Arron knew for sure it was during his childhood he wasn't spoilt like most of these kids were.