✺ Birdie's POV ✺
"Apartment 315, 315." I muttered to myself as I sat in the back of the taxi going to my new college campus.
Once the taxi driver stopped he helped m with my bags out of the trunk and i said my thanks you's and goodbyes before I walked into the tall high rise building I was going to call home for the next two and a half years.
"Third floor." I nodded to myself looking over the acceptance email and housing assistance email once more.
I walked into the elevator lugging along my two large suitcases and pressed the button for the third floor and bounced on my toes as I waited for the elevator to stop on the third floor.
The door opened and I walked out to a massive window that displayed most of the city. The sun was high and shining brightly into the building.
"New beginnings B," I took in a deep breath.
I walked down the hall and looked for my apartment, 3315. "14-32-16, 14-32-16, 14-32-16," I repeated the code to my apartment door that I'd been practicing all summer.
I'd transferred from NYU. I'm from the east coast, The Hamptons in New York to be exact, but I moved to the west coast for a fresh start.
I needed one.
"Here," I said to myself as I found my apartment number. Or our apartment number.
It's my junior year of college and I'm excited. I applied to UC Berkeley to get away from everything back home, the chaos, loneliness and isolation. I needed a fresh start and a scholarship to one of the top universities in the country was my ticket to that.
I knew I was sharing my apartment with someone—Ella I think her name was.
I typed in the code to the apartment and waited for the three clicks before i pushed the door open.
The apartment was gorgeous. Everything was coated in white marble with subtle black and gold accents.
There was a small walk way when you first enter that gives you a clear view to the living room. The living room has one light grey three seater couch and a separate loveseat of the same colour. There's a clear coffee table in the middle standing on gold legs with a small space at the bottom. We also have a flat screen tv that was already on but just displayed the school logo and motto.
The kitchen was gorgeous. It had white marble countertops and ring like lights hanging from the ceiling over the large kitchen island.
There were four black bar stools at the end of counter, with a silver fruit bowl in the middle that was currently empty. The sink taps were a matt black which was nice because it fit well but it was new to me so it was something I had to get used to.
I walked through the hallway that led to the bedrooms, I didn't see anyone in any of them yet so I chose the room on the right. Mainly because it had a view of the city and I'm really big on night lights across the city.
I brought in my suitcases and got to work after I texted my brother and mom to let them know I'd made it safely and I was in the apartment okay.
The room was pretty standard, it wasn't big or small. It had a double bed with white sheets and four pillows with two decorative pillows—both white with detailing.
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Belladonna | 18 +
RomanceBelladonna (beh•luh•do•nuh) -it means beautiful lady in Italian. Coincidentally it's also the name of a deadly plant known as nightshade, which has deep purple flowers and poisonous black berries. ꨄ A new city, new school, a total new everything...