A CRICKLING OF JOINTS RESOUNDED FROM YOUR KNEE AS YOUR FEET HIT THE FLOOR.
a wince left your lips, "shit, my body should not be sounding like that at the ripe age of 22.."
you were right, your bones and joints cracked like you were a 95 years senile old lady.
you let out a grumble of a breath, stretching your arms behind your head and cracking your neck on either side, you had just awoken from a juicy nap which led you from 2pm to 7:30pm, a bit passed your dinner time but whatever.
your stomach grumbled on command, you huffed out, stepping into your kitchen. it was pretty small considering you were a 22 year old university student and could hardly pay off your student loans with your minimum-wage paying cafe job down the street, let alone a whole apartment. you had minimal help from your parents, who had left your ass the moment you turned eighteen. they were never really cruel though, a small amount of money having been put into your bank account prior to your eviction.
you couldn't say that they were the best, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't appreciate what they'd done for you, no matter how.. oddly.. they chose to do so.
after all, you were a fully responsible adult... mostly.
you could do everything yourself, you were relatively smart, pretty good with numbers, could handle yourself with weapons (thanks to your father), knew how to cook, clean and stay hygienic (unlike most of the modern population). all that lacked in maturity was your personality. it was hard to describe exactly what you were like. energetic at times, a mess of emotions at others. you talked like a 14 year old prepubescent boy who just learnt how to access big boy things.
hence why you decided on your profession, really. you were currently studying to be a culinary artist, a chef of sorts. you prided yourself on your cooking skills, anyone who ever tried your food praised you for the magnificent flavour and taste. and being a cook required little formality and professionalism. you wanted to open your own all-around restaurant, serving from breakfast to post-dinner, kids juices to alcoholic beverages, sweets and savouries. the whole lot, really.
you knew it was a distant, and expensive dream, but you were relatively confident that when you got on track to do it, you'd be set. you could be determined when you wanted to be and this was something you genuinely wanted.
