ELEDOMS

I Entrance

        It's a warm night in the city. The streets are empty. People are probably at their homes with their family. Maybe some of them are living the night life, going out and clubbing just one day before it all stops and everyone goes back to school. It's still summer after all technically, and you should be going out with your friends, having the time of your life. Some of us, however, have different things in mind. 

        I've never been at a party in my entire life, at least not a stereotypical American school party where you're carefree, dancing to music, hands in the air and enjoying life; or even the one full of drama, where this person likes that person so they get close together, but there's another person that likes the same person and it's just a sea of jealousy. Either way, it all sounded like a distant future, a dream even. 

        Now is my time to live. Now it's my time to dance carefree like there's no tomorrow and be who I want to be: just a normal teenager, getting his education, hopefully on the right path to success and one day having a normal life that I had been craving so much prior to today. 

        Today is a new day, a new start of a new life. My past of being told what and what not to do by those whom I called "family" are gone. I am ready to change my life all the way around, and today is the first step in doing so. Today is the first step of finally finding peace in my life.

        - "Thank you for the ride, sir. I'll take it from here" - I said to my driver after exiting the car and grabbing my bags.
        - "Are you sure you'll be able to take all of those bags up the stairs" - he asked me while pointing at my bags on the ground.
        - "I'll be fine, don't worry about me".
        - "Okay then. I'll be on my way. If you need a ride around the city, you know my number".

        I smiled and nodded my head. As he left I waved him goodbye. Now it was only me, bags full of clothes and five sets of stairs. I knew it was going to be hard, considering the fact that it's a combination of a hot summer night and going through multiple stories of a building while carrying bags with no help.

        After finally getting to the desired story, it was time to walk the long hallway until the last door. A walk that big every morning before and every afternoon after school is going to be pretty exhausting. I'm at least hopeful they'll fix the elevator. I was told it hasn't been working for weeks on end and the technician has been coming every morning to try and fix it, but it just never works.

        As I reached my hand into my pocket, I noticed that the key wasn't there. I was searching all throughout my pants, but no sign of the key. I was starting to panic and sweat, which wasn't fun, considering I was already sweating from a tiring climb.

        Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the inside of the apartment. Before I could even brace myself- SLAM! The door slammed right into my face and gave me a completely unnecessary nose job. Well at least this nose job is free, so I can't complain.

        When I moved away from the door to see what caused the door to slam this hard. There he was: a figure in the darkness just standing there like a statue. I placed myself in front of him to try and attempt to see his face, but it was too dark I couldn't see anything.

        - "Who are you and why are you sneaking around my apartment?" - the figure asked me as if they were the ruler of the world.
        - "Your apartment? This is my apartment!" - I told him, expecting some kind of an answer.
        - "Wait. Who are you?"
        - "Well maybe if you turned the light on you would see." - I rolled my eyes as I said that.

        As this figure reached inside and turned on the light, I could finally see him. A tanned guy, with dark brown hair and dark eyes, in his pajamas, ready for sleep. We seemed to be a pretty similar height, but I must admit that he was just a couple of hairs shorter.

        - "Ooh! Now I know. You're actually my roommate!"
        - "I'm your what?" - I said in shock, while he nodded. - "I was told I was going to be living alone."
        - "Yeah, that's not happening. I actually found this apartment last minute"
        - "Okay, but how did you know what I looked like?"
        - "Remember the selfie they took with you?"
        - "Oh... That makes sense... Well aren't you going to help me with my bags?"
        - "Oh sorry, my bad."

        He swiftly picked up half of my bags, and brought them inside, while I just followed. The apartment was looking the same as the last time I saw it, except this time it had no furniture. Just empty white walls and light wooden floor. At least one thing I could see was that the kitchen was untouched. I guess they can't move it because it would mess up the plumbing or something, I don't know I'm not a plumber.

        - "So as you can see, they took all of the furniture with them except the kitchen and the bathroom."
        - "Wait does that mean we have to buy furniture ourselves?" - I asked him, to which he immediately nodded with his lips tucked together.
        - "Don't worry, if you don't have any money I'll fill up for your part."
        - "Really? You would?" - I asked him with a sweet voice filled with gratitude, to which he smiled and nodded - "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me."
        - "No problem. After all we're going to be living together for about four years. Speaking of which, we didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves."

        I was immediately surprised and honestly disappointed in myself, because I was talking with someone who's name I didn't even know, and yet he was telling me we would be living together for four years. I've noticed that I can be like that sometimes. I get too carried away with the conversation that I miss the important questions. I really need to work on that trait if I don't want it to become a big problem in my future.

        - "Oh! I totally forgot about that part. We can't live together without knowing at least something about each other."
        - "Yeah. So I'll start. My name is Fenn Sullivan, I come from Greenfield and my favorite hobbies are playing the guitar and writing poetry."
        - "That sounds really cool! Do you have any songs for guitar that you wrote?"
        - "Not yet. I have actually recently started practicing it, maybe about a year ago."
        - "Maybe you could show me how you play it some time?"
        - "Yeah sure, no problem. But now it's your turn to present yourself."
        - "Oh right. My name is Miguel Minnet, I come from the countryside of Illiopolis and I actually really like writing stories."
        - "Wow, two writers clashing heads! We're going to have some interesting writing party nights."
        - "Wait that's a thing?" - I asked in pure shock. I never knew writers gather around just to write.
        - "Yes, absolutely! Writers and minds alike gather around, share ideas, write things down and almost every time someone comes up with the most outrageous story and everyone bursts out laughing."

        I was quite in shock after hearing this. The fact that all kinds of writers gather around just to write and exchange ideas seemed so intriguing and interesting. I bet that's how the most popular writers succeed in their business.

        - "That honestly sounds so cool. Do you think there's a writer's club in the school?"
        - "Oh yes, definitely. There isn't a high school without a writer's club."

        All of this seemed genuinely exciting to me and I couldn't wait to start going to school from tomorrow.

        - "Hey, so it's getting kinda late and I don't want to be late for the first day of school. I think we should go to sleep. We can unpack tomorrow after school."
        - "I guess you're right. I mean you came here before me, you surely must be more tired."
        - "I'm not as tired as I want to get up on time tomorrow."
        - "Fair point."

        We placed our blankets on the ground after the conversation and dozed off to the dream world. I actually couldn't sleep for some time. I kept on thinking about what my first day at high school will be like. Will I meet any other people or am I going to be the black sheep, just like I was in elementary.

        All I can do right now is hope.