The day started ordinary, I woke up and made myself some breakfast. Simple stuff, eggs, bacon, a little salt to make it more interesting. The same morning i've lived hundreds of times before. I eat it quick and throw on my uniform; Navy Blue Dress Pants, White Button-up Shirt, Red Tie, Navy Blazer, Brown Belt, and Brown Shoes.

My life is defined by my routine, same thing day in and day out. I head to school, first stopping by the train station 10 minutes from my house, I take the train to a stop 10 minutes from my school. School's a bore, Math's difficult, English is tiring, and P.E… Let's just say i'm not the most athletic.

This is how i've lived my life for the last Eleven Years.

Same schedule.

It all started Yesterday when I was walking home.

Some friends were getting into a new game and wanted me to play.

Not a big deal, it's not the first time.

I searched the light poles on street corners, looking for some sort of hiring notice.

Some are no good, like maid cafes and personal butlers.

Others are taken into consideration, like store cashiers and waiters.

I rip a cashier hiring notice off the pole and put it in my pocket, i'll go to the store and see if they hire me.

The store I picked is conveniently a few minutes away from my house, the commute would be perfect.

I enter the store and head to the front register; "Hi, I'm here for the job."

The cashier looks up to me, "Great, I was just about to leave anyway. The registers yours have fun."

He gets up and walks out the door, I stare at him as he exits.

Wait, how am I supposed to be paid if no one is here.

And as if she read my mind the manager popped out from the back room and approached me.

"Are you taking over for Leo?" She asks me, I look up at her, "Yes, I saw the notice on a poster."

"Great!" she gestures toward the empty register, "This will be your job, just ring people up and take their money. Not too difficult right?"

I walk over to the register and take a seat. The manager slinks back into the back room and shuts the door. This will be a boring night.

In the next hour nobody shows up, just me staring into space. Another hour passes and one customer comes in.

He walks through the aisles and picks up a bottle of beer and a bag of chips. He comes up to the counter on the phone.

"No way! One Billion dollars! That can't be real!" He says to the phone, responding to his friend.

A billion dollars huh? What would I do with that kind of money? I ring the guys stuff up and he hands me the money. I put it into the register and hand him his change.

He walks off, phone still in hand, looking super excited. His friend must've promised him some of the money.

Where would you get money like that anyway? A game show?

No, not even a game show could afford such a large sum.

Two more hours pass and a few more customers wander in and out, and all I could think about was the Billion Dollars.

The manager stood in front of me and grabbed my attention, "Hey, your shifts over you can go home now." I check my phone and sure enough it was ten o-clock.

She hands me three twenty dollar bills, "Here's your pay, i'll see you tomorrow if you want to keep working this job."

I take the money and thank her, as I leave the store I bump into a tall man, "Oh, sorry." "No worries." he replies.

I watch him walk by and look down, a business card was lying on the ground. That guy probably dropped it.

I look up and call for him, "Hey! You dro-" He was gone, it was like he vanished into thin air.

I look back at the card, it had a phone number on it. It was most likely the number of the business on the card.

Maybe I would see the man tomorrow if I came in for work, if not maybe I could give the number a call.

Either way i'll deal with this matter tomorrow.

I walk back home and on the way order the game on my phone. It'll come in three days, great now I need to endure my friends rambling for another three days.

I open the door to my house and turn the lights on.

I've lived alone for three years, that's why my parents don't mind how long I stay out.

My father got married three years ago and went on a honeymoon with his new wife.

After two weeks I recieved a letter in the mail that said my father was extending their honeymoon another week.

Then the next week another letter came that said the same thing.

Then the next.

Then the next.

Then at some point, they stopped coming.

And I knew he was never coming back.

Lucky for me, the house was already paid off and my Late Mother's Life Insurance takes care of the rest of the bills.

I still like to use my own money to buy my own things, it makes me feel like i've earned the things I buy.

I head upstairs and change out of my uniform into some night wear.

I take a seat on my bed and I notice the business card I placed on my nightstand.

I took a closer look at it and noticed it was blank, no logo, no company name, just a number.

The suspense to see who was on the other side of the number over came me and I picked up my phone.

I typed in the number and pressed call.

The phone began to ring.

One Second.

Two Seconds.

Three Seconds.

Then someone picked up.

"Hello?" I said into the phone, expecting some robot to answer and advertise some product.

But to my surprise an young, yet, experienced voice answered, "Hello Young Man, would you like to win One Billion Dollars?"

Those words hit me, One Billion Dollars? Like what that one customer was talking about? "Of course, who wouldn't?"

"Very good, from an unknown number you will recieve an address, go to it tomorrow at 7:06 PM sharp."

What a specific time, but before I could ask more he hung up.

I stared at my phone for a second, pondering about the chance I just earned. Then a text notification appeared from the unknown number.

[Wreckford Shipyard, Warehouse 8]

A familiar name, a ship yard near the edge of my city that's been out of business for sixty years.

They must have repurposed it into a set for a show, or some sort of contest.

I save the address into my phone's maps and turn my phone off.

I tuck myself into bed and close my eyes.

Tomorrow will be a strange day, I wonder how many other people were invited to this contest.

If only I knew the consequences of me calling that number.