Counting the amount of underwear you had for the fifth time today was not something you saw yourself doing, but your Mom was persistent.
It was moving in day. Off to beautiful Los Angeles and you couldn't be more excited, but nervous. First year college suddenly crept up on you and it was time to move out of your childhood home.
This was going to be a good year. You knew it.
You chose to study geography, but now you were wondering why, everyone hated it. It was the only thing you were good at so that's why you picked it. What jobs could you get with a geography degree? Questioning your life at 7am was not what you wanted to be doing, while you counted your underwear.
Your Mom was going crazy, asking you to double check everything again and again. She thought you were going to leave something behind. She woke up at six, so you could make the journey to L.A in time for lunchtime and miss the traffic.
"Y/N, we're leaving in twenty minutes" She shouted from downstairs. Twenty minutes to rant about how grown up you were and you wouldn't be sleeping in your own bed tonight.
Just as you were packing your laptop into your bag, the sound of keys jiggling came into your room.
"Hello, Milo" you bent down to rub your dog. He was so gorgeous. You were going to miss him the most. Milo was a birthday present, but he was much more than that. He was sometimes your only friend.
At school, you had a group of friends, but after you'd left high school, you all drifted apart. It wasn't as sad as you thought it would be. It was the type of friendship that always talked behind people's backs. You had one friend, Lilly, who was the nicest to you and always told you what was being said.
So going to college, you were scared.
College was a different society. A better one maybe. Making friends wasn't a skill you had, but hopefully there'd be better people. And you hoped your roommates were okay, too.
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A few hours later, you arrived at your accommodation. It was called 'Tree Valley' which made no sense because there was no trees.
Your Mom pulled up outside the building, where the helpers told her to go, before you had to collect your keys.
"Uh okay...take those bags and I'll try get out the boxes" Your Mom told you, rubbing her forehead.
"No, Mom. I'll take the boxes, you get the bags. I don't need you breaking your back" Milo would be the only one to look after her, and he wasn't a person. Your Dad left a few years ago and you were an only child, so it was you and your Mom. You didn't like thinking about times with your Dad because it hurt too bad.
You felt guilty going to college because your Mom would be alone, but she insisted you had to live your own life. So here you are.
Your Mom grabbed some bags and locked the car, sighing when she realised you'd have to make a few journey's to move everything in.
"In here?" Your Mom asked, looking at an open door. You nodded and followed her in. You could either take the stairs or the elevator, but the elevator was busy, so the stairs it was.
"Floor three, Mom" you told her, before getting to work. Your legs started to burn after a minute.
It took a few minutes to climb the stairs, before walking the hallway and into your apartment. Your apartment was behind a locked door that only you and your roommates could enter, so you felt safe.
You were an introvert. Your bedroom was your best friend and you realised that wasn't ideal, so you made a promise to yourself that you'd get involved in activities. Reading a book at 2am sounded better than any house party.
