The man next door

Taylor Allison Swift

I struggle to open my apartment door, forgetting what key it is. After a couple minutes I finally get in.

I shut the door behind me and flick the lights on. "Oh my gosh! Why do I ever where heels." I groan. It's only me in this apartment, along my 3 cats.

I finally ended things with my boyfriend, Ex-boyfriend. He was never really in it like I was, I wanted marriage and he wanted fun. I never wanted to accept that fact but after he started getting aggressive towards me I knew what I had to do.

I went over to his place and knocked on the door, he didn't answer the first time, I assumed he was with another girl so I just writ a note and taped it to his door. And I haven't heard from him since.

I had moved to NYC about a year ago and haven't met any of my neighbors, New York isn't the type of place where you go and bake your next door neighbor a pie and chat over tea.

The only thing I know about the man who lives next to me is that he loves to party at 3 am. Lucky me.

I take off my jacket and go into my bathroom. I take my hair elastics out and brush through my hair. I walk into the closet, taking off my uncomfortable work clothes, I worked at the local high school as an English teacher. I loved my job so much and the kids made it worth every penny. I always wanted to be the teacher who changed kids life's by just being there for them. It isn't easy but seeing the difference in my kids faces as they walk into my classroom, that, that never got old.

I changed into an old college t-shirt and some scraggly pajama pants. "Hey pretty kittys." I say while walking into my kitchen. "Aren't you baby's just starving!" My cats meowed to me as I talked to them. Such drama queens. I put food in their bowls and walk over to my work bag. I pull out a stack of tests that needed to be graded, i grab hold of the fat stack and brought them over to the living room and set them down on the coffee table. I grabbed my pen and started marking them. I promised the kids to have the tests back by tomorrow and I never broke a promise to them. Kids these days get lied to left and right and even if it's as small as a test score, I know it still meant a lot to them to follow through.

I finally finish grading the last test. All I needed to do is sort them into 6 stacks by class period. All of the tests got a C+ or higher. Giving me a proud teacher moment.

I walk over to my bag and put the tests back in. "Finally get to sleep." I look over at the clock and see it just strike midnight. I go into my bedroom and climb under the covers, I reach over to grab my charger and plug it into my phone. I answer some last minute emails and place my phone down on the my nightstand. I roll over and shut my eyes.

I jolt awake at the sound of my alarm and quickly shut it off.

I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling a little too long and realize I'm way late. I quickly scramble to my closet and get dressed. I throw a banana in my my lunch bag for when I get to school and grab all my shit.

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