𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈.

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There is something about flying that I love.

My mother hates it. She claims she suffers from acrophobia, the fear of heights. We tried to offer her sedatives that would knock her out for the six hours it would take to get from Washington State to New York city, but she stated that the placebo effect doesn't work on her and she would be awake the entire time.

So instead of the shortest flight she would ever get on, we have been cramped in the back of our families mini van driving for the past Forty hours with only four stops in between. Tucked in between my legs is a small little notebook that has my Things to Do checklist that my father helped me put together; it keeps me busy from the sad feeling I had been shoving away for the last hour.

My three new roommates are there to greet us down at the entrance of the apartment building. Even if Eliana wasn't screaming our names, I'd have spotted the three different personalities a mile away. They wave, the other two noticing our presence and perking up with smiles on their faces.

"Hey," I say, walking up to them. "Nice to-"

But Monique is already shaking my hand before I can get the words out. "Oh, you must be (Y/N)!" she says. "It's so good to finally meet you." She cards her fingers through her strawberry blonde hair, clearly excited. I tried to talk to all three of them as much as I could before moving down here, but Monique was the only one who got back to me relevantly quick and we hit it off just a tad bit better than the others.

My parents and little sister follow suit behind me, bags in their hands as Vanity, my other roommate, punches in the code for the door and heads up the stairs offering to take one of my bags.

I was informed that Eliana and Vanity worked on the opposite schedules than Monique and I do. All three of them are around my age. Vanity was a shorter, African girl with black goddess braids, beautiful skin and a strong, narrow jaw and multicolored braces. Eliana is the opposite: thicker and taller, with chestnut hair and rounded cheeks. She has a heavy German accent that stands out the most.

Monique is the complete opposite of all three of us combined. She was born in Australia and moved to America with her brother to study abroad here in New York, three years go by and she permanently resides here whilst her brother heads back home. She has strawberry blonde hair, her nails are painted in pastel colors with small flowers lingering on the pinkie fingers, a bucket hat sits perched on her head with a nose piercing.

"I'm so excited to have someone to share the hallway with," Monique adds as we reach the final set of stairs. "Truthfully, it gets kind of boring being at the other end of the apartment when those two blast their music every night." She teases, causing both of the other girls to stick their tongues out at her from over the railing.