Okay, I know what you’re thinking. It’s just like that game where the guy breaks everything in sight while another guy runs around and fixes it. Well, let me tell you that this is nothing like the game. Why? Because when Wreck-it-Mick breaks something, it can never be repaired. Even by some Saturnalia miracle that it is, it will end up broken even more. Trust me, I know. I’m the person running around fixing what he broke and let me tell you, it’s not the easiest job in the world.
“Hey, Kiana! Nice day isn’t it?” A neighbour lady said to me as I came out of my townhouse. “Yes, Mrs. Norwell! It’s a beautiful day!” I replied, a polite smile on my face. As soon as I descended the steps, the smile disappeared and a grimace appeared on my countenance. “Another day of wrecking, another day of fixing,” I mumbled as I made my way through the bustling city with one destination in mind: Wreck-it-Mick’s house. Heaving a heavy sigh, I relented to my fate and raised a hand to knock on the dark grey door. A couple of minutes passed before the door opened to reveal a large, burly man in his early thirties. His hair stuck out every which way as if he just woke up. Stubble dotted his chin like a badly shaved beard.
I plastered a smile on my face as I gazed up at him. “Morning, Mick, what have you got for me today?” Mick grunted and turned to go inside. Moments later, he returned with a fruit brand phone and a power bank in his hands. “I couldn’t charge the phone,” he said, handing me the devices. “Fix it for me.” Taking the two electronics from him, I informed him that I will make the repairs and give it back to him in the morning. What I didn’t know was that I would be unable to fix the devices no matter how hard I tried. I stayed up all night attempting to fix what Mick broke but as soon as I figured out how, another issue would arise.
The next day, Mick called to ask how the repairs are coming along. “I need my power bank, Kiana. Can’t charge the phone without it.” He said into the phone. “I know, Mick, but it’s taking longer than I thought. I tried all that I could, but I can’t fix it for you. I’m sorry.” Silence emitted from the receiver as Mick’s voice crackled through. “Aren’t you supposed to be the best fixer-upper in the city? Why can’t you repair a power bank and a cell phone?” He asked. I felt anger rise up from within as Micks’ words entered my brain. I haven’t slept a wink last night because I had to fix what he destroyed and now he’s blaming me? Well, I’ll show HIM what being the best fixer-upper means. Reaching for my hammer, I raised it above my head and yelled, “It’s fix-it time!”