room 802 ; hemmings

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Sasha P.O.V

"Is that all for today, Mrs Bailey?" The woman at the leasing desk asked, clearly annoyed for the fact that I made her do work. Well what the hell did she expect? She works at a fucking leasing office.

"Yeah, that's all." I smiled, trying to make the receptionist at least know that I was grateful for her help today.

"Well, room 802 is on the eighth floor, and it's the first one on the left. Congratulations on your first apartment." She muttered, so full of enthusiasm. (Note the ever growing sarcasm). I nodded, tried with all my might not to say some snarky remark and took my keys and went in the elevator, before I realized that I forgot my bags in my car.

How the fuck can someone forget their bags of clothing when they're moving into a new apartment?

Apparently, I can.

I groaned and walked outside, opening my car and grabbing my two suitcases with my clothes, since the apartment was coming fully furnished.

I went back into the elevator, and I clicked the button that had an 8 engraved, and waited to reach my floor.

With a ding! The elevator door opened and revealed a hallway filled with apartments. I instantly went to my left, like the lady at the desk had said. And sure enough, there it was.

Room 802.

I exhaled before placing my key in the lock, twisting, and turning, and the door opened.

I walked in, admiring the place I'm now able to call home, that I would be staying in now. No more living with my family.

Unfortunately, that meant I can't be able to procrastinate on chores and pretty much everything else.

I placed my bags down and walked into the kitchen. I saw a plug outlet, and instantly grabbed my speakers out of my bag and plugged it in. I placed my phone on the dock, and started rocking out to my favourite band; My Chemical Romance, and favourite song; To The End.

He calls his mansion not a house but a tomb,

He's always choking from the stench and the fume,

The wedding party all collapsed in the room,

So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.

I started dancing and singing out the lyrics while unpacking when someone tapped me on the shoulder, causing me to have a pure heart attack.

It was a tall, pissed off blonde boy.

"What the fuck are you doing In here? This is my apartment!"