The bright green numbers on this Digital clock say 3:06am normally I would be in bed about now. But I recently took a night shift security job at a local college. All I really do is just sit in one of those rusted blue metal chairs that screech as you pull them across the floor. Guess the college doesn't have the funds to splurge on chairs but I can't really argue cause neither can I it's why I got the job anyways. The clock on my desk now reads 3:10 its about time to take a walk around the school we have cameras up so I don't really see the point but it's better then sitting here in the worlds most uncomfortable chair. I take my feet off the desk to stand up fumbling against the chair slightly as the numbness of my legs fades from being asleep. I walk over and out the door of what's supposed to be "my office" but it's more like a janitors closet that the school happened not to use. With the door shut behind me and one last look at the sign above my door reading "Security" almost as big of a joke as this job. I sigh and resign to my fate as I start walking down the halls.

The walls of the school is a mix between a sky and almost grey blue. Can't tell if it's meant to be like that or if the walls are so old they've lost their color. Regardless it's not really my taste. If I could I really wouldn't be looking at them but the floor is no better reminding me of those poorly made houses in the 80's where it was much cheaper to build floors with linoleum rather then something that looks good. As my thoughts are running through all the things I dislike about this school I realize how quiet it is around me. It's that kind of defining silence that makes you yearn for any human presence. Even though most people are dumb and you've probably figured out it's easier to be safe and save yourself the headache and just avoid them. All I can do is just listen to the sound of my steel toes every time I take a step.

This is still pretty new to get used to as my apartment is completely carpet and I hardly wear shoes to begin with. As I fill my head with all the useless chatter everyone does when they are bored and alone I finally realize there is a sound of footsteps I didn't notice before. Probably because I was to busy thinking about my own but these sounded a little further down the hall. The echo is soft but still present which makes me think it's kind of close coming up in front of me is a corner at the edge of the building where the computer labs go up to some of the lecture halls. Whoever built this school wasn't thinking about the athletic ability of the poor nerds to busy with a nose in a book to climb stare all too often.

My feet have now reached to the first step and as I look up I can hear the foreign footsteps more clearly then before. It's not normally my intention to seek out potential serial killers even with the chance of being famous on the news. Obviously that might be tempting but I'd like to be alive and in one peace to witness any sort of fame I receive. Now that I think about it my wallets nearly empty and I doubt the school would really want to pay a security guard that refuses to confront trespassers. I haven't had this job for long so as I'm walking up the stairs preparing myself for whoever might be up there I debate over using the common tv approach of "who's there?" Or "I know you're up here" but neither of those sound really good. But to my luck I wasn't forced to say either I get near to the top step I come face to face with a girl nearly my height probably just under six feet. She really had the get up going with her grey sweats, white tang top, and open red flannel. I can see a duffle bag over her shoulder from the look on her face I would be pretty stupid to think it was sports equipment. Or some club related stuff she just happened to forget at school. While I Admit she is fairly cute with her shoulder length brown hair and freckles. I feel slightly awkward with those green eyes staring at me with the kind of glare of a boyfriend getting caught cheating in the act I remember who I am in this situation and feel like I should probably spit out some sort of line that would start off this romcom story you would find meeting a girl you know nothing about at a college in Florida at such godly hours of the night. But before I know it. I hear a voice a lot softer then you'd expect a tomboy like this to have "Who are you?" I must have a pretty stupid expression on my face because the name tag on my shirt clearly states that I'm a security guard. "My name is Connor, what are you doing here?" I say trying to simulate any sort of professionalism that I can muster. "Sam" she replies completely ignore my later reply. "Well Sam mind showing me what's in your bag." I say trying not to sound as generic as possible. But the look on her face tells me the last thing she would do is to show me what she is hiding.