My Life

Chapter 1

It was a couple hours after midnight when I got home. I reeked of rotten maple syrup and my legs ached immensely from the day's ( and night's) work.

I walked into my small apartment, my body moving sluggishly to the old plush couch ahead of me. I collapsed on the soft furniture with a plop and felt sleep immediately strike my body.

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I awoke to the sound of a honk, my eyes flickering to the beam of sunlight that hit my face. The honk rose again, it was the train station near my apartment complex . I whined at the noise, tossing around on my small couch to let sleep fall on me.... It didn't, I was wide awake. Train stations -_-

I opened my eyes once again and groaned as I got myself up slowly from my couch. I limped my way to my bathroom to take a shower since I didn't have time to last night/ this morning.

After 10 minutes in the shower, I got out before the cold water could surprised me with its presence on my body. The water in this whole building worked like that, the hot water would always stop after so long. Yup, I am that poor.

I walked out of my old, almost broken bathroom, to walk across the narrow hallway to get to my bedroom.

My apartment was as you can already tell, very small and very much broken.

Once you open my door you could see my small couch right ahead near the middle of the small room. I had a cupboard of books in front of my couch against the stained use-to-be-white wall. Also, to the left of the door, I had a small kitchen, it contained a rusty refrigerator, small counter, a workable oven, a toaster of course, and a very old microwave. Behind the area of the kitchen was the smallest hallway ever created, it had my bathroom to the left and my bedroom on the right.

Did I like it here? Obviously not that much but I get what I can get. A thing that really bugs me though? The fact that I have only two windows; one of my windows were at the end of my small hallway that showed the 'beautiful' view of the brick wall of the building next to me. My other window was on the left of my couch, it had a heater below of it (which seems to only work when I don't need it) and the view it showed was the sewage plant that was on the other side of the lake. Yup, I live near a lake, a very disease infested, pollution induced lake.

I live in New York where "Dreams come true"...not, at least not for me.

I walked out of my bedroom with a pair of old jeans and a cotton grey sweat. I felt my stomach grumble. I'm hungry.

I went to my fridge, rummaging for food when I realized I got nothing to eat.

I got the cereal; I don't have the milk.

I got the egg cartoon; I don't got the eggs.

I got the toaster; I got no bread.

My plumped lips began to pout at the sight of my fridge.

I turned on my heel to go to my couch; I saw my uniform on the arm rest and searched the pockets. I got twenty dollars in tips! Score!

I sighed heavily at the glance of my dirty uniform. Thank goodness I was off today! I was so exhausted but of course, the work itself never stopped because I still had errands to run.

I need to go get food. I think I have enough money for that and then I should probably go to the laundromat afterwards.

I packed my dirty clothes in a duffel bag I've had since high school and walked out of the front door, having my wallet and keys in hand.

As I jiggled my lock on the outside of my apartment, I heard a voice behind me.

"Hello dear."

I glanced behind me then back to my key that was jammed in the door and smiled to hear the sweet voice of her's, " Oh, hi Ms. Phillips."