"Ugh. " Sigh.
I groan as I get out of bed. It was early in the morning and I need to work. Work. The first thing on my mind. So that I can support my brothers.
We live in a small house with one room, a bathroom, an open kitchen and some necessary furnitures like a closet, refrigerator and the likes.
"Carl, Nick, Tom, wake up. It's morning and I need to go our early for work."
Since there is only one room, we all lie down on the floor with a big futon. We didn't have a bed because it only limits our space and living conditions.
As the oldest, 27 years old, me, and the only father figure, I had to take care of my three brothers. Even if I have to let them take my space on the futon. Which is annoying since they are grown up already.
"Carl, you're already an adult, you are 26 but why are you still sleeping?" I ask as I kick his thighs to wake him up.
"Ugh, five more minutes! And wake the twins up too, not just me. Geez." He answers as he fix his position shoving the duvet off with his feet showing his whole body facing roof and arms wide open, hitting Nick at his right.
"Nick and Tom, wake up already. You're both adults already, 25 years old, but you copy your lazy brother?! Get up!" I said in a scolding tone. Of course as a father figure, I had to be strict and a role model my brothers need to see.
I look at the twind at the far right of the futon. Nick and Tom getting up slowly showing their blonde bed hair and sleepy green eyes. While Carl scratches his ash brown hair while yawning. And me, as I comb my silk black hair with my hand, preparing to go to the kitchen to start the day.
As I walk to the open kitchen, I went to get some eggs and bread for a simple breakfast. Frying the egg ang toasting the bread with butter.
"Guys, food is ready so I'm gonna take a bath. Be sure to eat your meal."
I walk to the closet take some clothes and underwear then to the bathroom as I start the shower and undress.
Water flowing down from head to toe, from my chiseled body down to the floor as I start cleaning my self.
Walking out of the shower with still dripping wet hair, I look at my brothers still eating. I sat with them as begin my meal.
"Ah, right! Brother, I found a small job at the Ranch! I just need to feed those animals and clean their stables but the pay is good. 10 dollars a day. What do you think, it's good right!?"
"Good. Carl, if you found a job, focus on it so you won't get kicked out again for flirting, okay?"
"Mark, do you think of me like that? That's just normal since I'm still 26. And how about you all you think about is getting a job, how about a girl?"
"You know I can't do that. We need to earn. I need to earn for us to live." After I said my point I went to the sink to drank water like I'm parched and dehydrated as I chug it down and then look back at them."I know you care about me, my well being, but we need to live, okay? I'll go out now." Walking over to them I pat the three at the head with a peck on their foreheads as I head out for the door.
"Mark, why do still do that. I'm already old." Flustered by my action, Nick's face flushed red while Tom, looks indifferent, contrary to his face, the tips of his ears turned red while looking away.
On the other hand, Carl looks happy as a smug smile formed on his lips and chuckles while giving me a warning of: "Take care, and look for girls to hit on. Hahaha"
Closing the door on my back, I look expectantly at the city while checking my attire of a gray v-neck shirt, outlining my collarbone and pecs with a pair of slim fit black pants and white sneakers. A backpack and a wristwatch on my left finishing my look.
Walking towards the busy street, looking at the buildings I started to navigate towards my current job.
We live in a place called Everlain. Where life is fairly easy, no wars or specific danger, and the world is dull full of dependence to technology. Culture is lost ans history is forgotten. Literature is overwhelmed by Technology.
However, there is a certain job that reads, analyses and make use of the books of the past, and record to contribute to society. That is the History Retriever. One must read a book to analyse and determine their use to people.
The current era, full of technology, no longer uses books. The heart of literature. People views books as troublesome. Flipping pages, looking at small words, and delicate paper. These reasons led to the decrease and almost extinction of an important identity of humans.
Stopping in front of a small building with a large letter H in golden color as a sign. This is the place where I work. History Retrivers are paid by the government since no willing company will do this kind of stuff.
There is one thing we need to remember while in here. We need to read at least one book a week. Meaning we can read multiple thin books or a single thick book.
Looking at the entrance, I let myself in by tapping my phone on the glass door automatically opening it. Looking inside, there is a small reception area, where no person is assigned. There is a tablet in front that you only need to fill out then you're done and you onle need wait for a notification to come to your phone allowing you to get further inside from the door to the right.
Inside there is a large bookcase that reaches the roof for about ten meters. Sitting in front of my desk lies a randomly distributed book that appears every time I finish one. Looking at the book, I read the title: "Forbidden Love."