The Anomaly

It took me exactly six hours of driving to reach Newport, Oregon, and I was exhausted - not to mention disheartened for moving from Seattle. I loved Seattle and everything about the place. The weather was perfect and the people were always friendly, where in Newport, it mostly rained and the two people I had met on my way was not very likable. I was frustrated with my bossy father, Marcus Luveigh, who had me move out here alone to attend Denville Highschool; a recognised school at the Varoh University, which my father made clear I'd be attending after graduation.

I sighed for the hundredth time and pressed my palm against my forehead. I needed coffee. I stood up from my brown, comfortable couch and kicked at a few boxes to make a small walkway to the kitchen. I have too much stuff, I thought as I poked through boxes to find my coffeemaker and mugs. After what felt like an eternity of searching, I found the bright red coffeemaker, and plugged it in. As I waited for it to finish making coffee, I walked through my new apartment. It was on the small side, very modern, but beutiful with wooden floors and white painted walls that made the place looked bigger than the two bedroom apartment it was. It was situated in a newly built complex, with a small garden in front and a small garage on the right hand side. There was also a communal area, which all the residents of the six apartments in the complex were allowed to use, with a hot tub, BBQ area and a lounge with cable access. I strolled back to my brand new kitchen and poured myself a warm cup of coffee, before I strolled to my bedroom. I'm going to hate this place. And for the first time since I've been seventeen, I cried myself to sleep with my coffee getting cold on my bedside table.