Beat the Odds

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"No loud music after 10 p.m., no smoking, and don't lose this key because I won't make you a new one."

My eyebrows raise slightly as I slowly nod my head at my new landlord.

"Great. Thank you" I say, rolling the key around in my palm.

I just got the key to my new apartment. It's relatively small, but its just me so it's all I need. I just moved from Tennessee to Minnesota. I needed a fresh start.

I blow out a breath and look around the basically empty apartment. There's a bed, dresser, small sofa, and two barstools at the island. That's it.

I packed only a few bags. I was in quite the hurry. I start in my new bedroom. I hang all my shirts and fold all my pants. In the bathroom, I set out my shampoo and conditioner, and of course my toothbrush. It's purple.

I clearly need to run to the store.

I hop into my little Toyota Corolla and find the nearest Walmart, which is actually very close to my new complex. I just run in to grab some essentials. Deodorant, food, some dishware, laundry soap, towels, and some new sheets. I'll definitely have to get more shit later, like furniture and whatever else people put in their apartments but this will do for now.

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I'm sitting at the kitchen island, typing up an application for a job at Starbucks. There's benefits and a sign on bonus so I'll have to stick it out as a barista for awhile until I find a community college.

I sigh and look at the time on the microwave. The clock reads 2:27 a.m. Damn.

I shut the laptop and head to my brand new room. Its quiet here and I like that. I don't have to fear the dark anymore.

I change into a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt and then climb into the bed. I tuck myself underneath my blanket and gaze up at the ceiling.

You did it, Lucille. You made it out.