Living Alone

Chapter 1

I sit alone in my room. I had just moved out of my parents house at age 17. I had planned on staying longer, but my parents had decided to travel so I had decided to get my own house. It was a nice house, not to expensive. It was somewhat on the smaller side, yet good enough for just me. The 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom was fairly spaced. Me living alone, only needed the one bedroom, so i used the others as a game room and left the other one as storage.

The lonely home left me time to think, although, thinking was not my forte . My job, as a hairstylist, produced just enough money to pay for the house and to allow me to eat whatever i want whenever i want. I decide to give my best friend Alex a call. I've known her since the 3rd grade, her hair had changed very much over the course of time, as did mine. Our hair had been all colors thinkable, and we always had the same color at the same time. As I dialed her she answered without as much as letting the first ring end. As we spoke, I had opened the window and climbed onto the roof, as it had always been a calm place for me.

I hear a slight knocking, but not the sound of my door, which no one would knock on either way considering I had a doorbell. I dismiss it as if nothing had happened and continued on with the conversation about our friends that we haven't seen since graduation late May. Now, it was mid October, and we wait anxiously for Halloween night, when we would have a sleepover and horror movie marathon after scaring some kids. After ending the conversation I invited her over to hangout over night. As always, she was over almost immediately and we put in a movie and ate.