GENRE: YA, dystopian
When the NavSat device on Sara’s wrist bleeped, indicating she arrived to her destination, she skidded to a stop. She pulled the headphones from her ears and dashed up the main stairs into an austere looking building, nearly bumping into a man who was painting over an ugly graffiti next to the main entrance. She’d never been here before but it only took a second to take in the crowded lobby.
Sara passed a cop in a black uniform hurrying out a tramp who was obviously intent on badgering passers-by for money or ration cards. She saw how the tramp was thinking about stealing the officer’s wallet from his back pocket but then changed his mind not wanting to risk imprisonment, or worse, a beating.
Avoiding the crowds, she sneaked to the right into the toilets. She shrugged the knapsack off her shoulders and placed it onto the counter. The video camera in the top right corner was broken and, judging from the smell, so were the toilets.
She pulled a bundle of clothes out of her backpack and changed from her cargo pants and a black turtleneck into a more professional outfit in apricot color.
She hated apricot and constantly complained about the color to Corey but he insisted business women wore pastel colors which gave them an air of efficiency and professionalism. She donned a pair of glasses and combed her long hair with her fingers. Lastly, she put on a pair of awkward high heels that always gave her blisters.