Alrighty, here I go with Reconstruction. :3 The first thing I thought of when I saw this was "Bridges", because my dad and his friends used to work on them and houses and just build stuff, literally, from thin air!!
-Reconstruction-
The subtle beeping of my alarm clock pulled me slowly awake from a warm slumber. Without opening my eyes to the cold gray world of dawn, I toss the woolly quilt off of my body and stretch my muscular arms over my head. I finish my stretch with a deep yawn and finally open my eyes, revealing their shimmery blue, normally gorgeous, color... I could tell they were bloodshot by the way the air stung them, making me begin vigorously rubbing them with my black-
gloved paws. I sit up on the bed and swing my feet over the left side, shaking my head to help wake myself up. I blew a tuft of my black hair out of my eyes before I began cracking my neck and back. I angrily groaned as the muscles in my back were strained at even the slightest movement. Swiftly twitching my ears, I gaze out of the small window to my left, the darkness of night still held a grip on the world even at six in morning... Sighing, I plant my foot-paw pads firmly on the chilly wooden floor, cursing myself for leaving the heater off. '
I knew I should've turned it on before going to bed last night....' I growl to myself as I stand and check the little 'thermometer' that hangs next to my lamp. The little glass thing read forty-five degrees, the mercury inside of it rising at a very slow rate. I flatten my black ears and swat at the alarm clock, it's beeping had by then become like some sort of deranged screech... I cross my dark red arms over my light cream tinted chest, trying to stay warm for a while before I take a nice hot shower. I head over to my small closet and open the white door, having to jostle the bright brass knob a few times before hand. I snag a bright blue tee-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, along with my vibrant yellow hardhat, some socks and such. I drape the clothes over my forearm and hold the hat in my hands, twisting it around to make the puke-green reflecting tape glint. I always hated that color, but it sure was noticeable... I chuckle at the thought of the day I got this thing, the boss just threw it on my head and barked, "Get to work!" I was pretty sure I hated that guy, at least, until I started doing a great job at this building stuff. I head off to the bathroom and take my shower (no details fo' you! XD). I dry off my fur with the gray towel that is always waiting on the rack, and throw my clothes on quickly. Then I rush back to my room and grab my phone just so I don't furget it like last time. I head back to the bathroom checking the time by pushing the button to turn it on, it read '6:15'. When in the bathroom I grab my hardhat and plop it sloppily on my massive head before turning towards the mirror and confirming my eyes to be bloodshot. Although, I can't say I didn't look good for a red-wolf who's had no beauty sleep. I give a grin to the mirror to check my teeth, "White as they'll ever be...." I mumble and brush them for a minute with some crest toothpaste. I rinse my mouth with some generic mouthwash and then start walking to my door, ready to leave. I wince at the creaking floor and try to concentrate more on my light tan walls so it wont bother me as much as usual. Almost to the door, I see the car keys and my wallet sitting on the small antique table and stuff them into my pocket, then crouch to put on the dusty steel toed boots that are always leaving dirt marks on that one spot in the floor. I believe they've made a stain in the actual wood... No time to worry about that now, though, I've got to get to work. With the laces tightly tied, I jump into my old silver mustang and begin to back out of the drive way. I head down Mill Creek road and drive straight for fifteen minutes, coming around the bend and parking in the lot for this job's work site. I hop out and walk up to the gate, waving to the fur that holds the slow traffic signs. He waves back and then goes back to his duty as I walk to the already busy workplace. I gaze proudly at the bridge, the crew is almost finished reconstructing it! I head over to my group of friends and ask how the day has gone so far, all answer with 'crappy' or a sarcastic 'just great', but I know they don't mind working there, in fact, we all love it! Not a day goes by that we aren't joking or having fun, even with freezing rain or blazing sun. None of us don't have to stay out in these extreme elements, but a lot of us stay because we need to... Most of us guys working on the bridge don't have even a high school education, drop outs because of work or just a stupid mistake... Me, I got screwed over by the system, bankrupt because the people who ran Crystal Bank decided the little guys who worked for the cash that's in there, could do just fine without it... So, my girlfriend left me because bank actually had the gull to take my house and foreclose it! and took the first job that came my way, building bridges... It pays great money, but... Nothing compared to having the life I was set on the path for... I was going to marry that girl, she left because of money, too. Either way, I don't want to think of that now... About the bridges, it makes us feel like we've accomplished something. And I believe we have, we get to leave our imprint on the world, show someone that we were here, and we meant something. "Dean, come on! We got work to do!" I hear my friend Jerry calling me over to the group. They were headed off to begin work, completely leaving my thoughts and I to stand in the dust. I chuckle and race over to catch up with the leopard and the rest. The sun was finally rising, we'd be sure to get hot later on today, but I don't care. We pick up our tools and walk to our part of the bridge...
Not the best ending... I got carried away with the beginning of the day
Will do Shadow soon!