HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Move-In Day & New Starts

The exciting dynamic of Los Angeles was hard to grasp.

It was like I was on an entirely different planet.

The air was different, the people were completely carefree, and everywhere I looked I felt more and more intrigued with this unique city.

This was single-handedly the best decision I have ever made.

Yes, I'll miss my family, but being here right now—I'm realizing that I've never truly lived.

And now I finally am.

The student-living apartment complex was way nicer than the pictures online.

Everything was new and sleek—the bright sun was flowing in from all the windows surrounding the bright lobby.

Groups of different people dressed in polar opposite styles, walked throughout the lobby, rushing off to their next destination.

What I admired most was the diversity, which only made me more excited to meet new people and make friends.

I walked through the lobby, adjusting the soft beige crop top that matched my biker shorts as I strung my luggage along to the side of me.

Numerous shiny elevators lined the clean walls and I swore that I'd never lay eyes on something like this back in my small hometown.

Other people who I assumed to be students were also waiting for one of the elevators to land and ding open.

Without barely waiting a minute, an elevator landed, its silver doors sliding open as the electronic panel above it displayed the number one.

I climbed onto the spacious elevator with a few other people who were all respectfully staying to themselves, tapping on their phones.

"Floor?" a brunette asked with a small smile.

I smiled back. "Fifteen," I said, and the nice woman clicked it, tucking her long straight hair behind her ear as the elevator glided up.

As we stopped at numerous floors and let people out, I started to regret having an apartment on such a high level.

Then again, it could be worse, I could be on level twenty-five, which seemed to be the highest level on the panel.

My nerves shot up as the elevator finally landed on my floor, noticing I was the last one occupying the elevator.

I looked around hesitantly, feeling slightly intimidated, knowing I had a roommate to meet.

I wish I could've gotten more background on her other than her name, which I also felt worried about. I hope I didn't pronounce it wrong.

"Mya," I whispered, practicing it to myself. 

You can't really mess that up, but knowing my luck... It would probably be pronounced in some unique way. 

I sighed to myself, hoping that my roommate was somewhat nice.

Having a bad roommate could actually ruin my entire experience here at UCLA.

My eyes scanned the numbers labeling each apartment, searching for the one labeled 1519.

I felt my stomach tie in anxious knots as my suitcase rolled beside me, my heart beating anxiously in my chest like a pounding drumroll.

When my eyes finally landed on the plaque labeled 1519, I halted my walking completely, standing in front of the tall door.

Maybe she's not here yet? At least that would give me time to prepare mentally.