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Anni

I turned my little Mini Cooper off with a loud sigh. After 7 hours of driving, I finally arrived at my destination. Ahead of me was my new life. My new beginning.

Why new beginning? Well that is a long story! To sum it up: I haven't applied for the university my mother chose for me. After a big fight I finally decided that it was enough, so I packed all my stuff and left. Now if I think about it, I start to realize the real damage of this whole unorganized situation.  

This behaviour, which I showed the last couple of days, was something totally unusually for me. Normally I was a shy and goody-two-girl, who never disagreed in any way against her mother.
I left school with a 4.0 certificate and was in the eyes of my mother determined to become a surgeon.

Sadly the nature had other plans for me because I couldn't stand the sight of blood. But I wanted to become a writer.
Since I was a kid, books have fascinated me. Every book with it's own strange world seemed to welcome me without hesitation. It often felt as if I was a part of each particular story.
Besides I was able to leave my complicated life for a short amount of time because each new world had it's life planned out and it was proceed in a specific pattern. There was even for each small problem a perfect solution.
That's something I can't say about my own life.
I had enough big problems but there was no one, who wanted to hear them.

My mother was only concerned about my future and my reputation, my father had left me, when I was 2 years old, for a new girlfriend, who was 24 years younger than him and I never really had friends in school. The only thing left was my diary Travels . It was my best friend and companion. I took it everywhere with me, it knew all my secrets and because of that it was the only memory of my past. But enough talk about the past!

I stepped out of the car and walked towards the big apartment blogs. The apartment was basically made for me. I found it on the internet and everything about it screamed my name.
It was only a 10 minutes drive away from campus and it wasn't to expansive because I will have a roommate. A roommate will be perfect because I could meet new people and maybe even make some friends. Though with the last part I'm not so sure because most of the times I'm kind of shy and awkward around other people. At least a roommate will give me the feeling of safety since I won't be all alone in a big city. I grew up in a small village called Okanogan which is close to the Canadian border. That's why I kind of freak out about the thought of living alone in Seattle but I had no other choice.
Anyway, once I was in the old elevator, it took me to the highest level. As I arrived safely, I quickly tried to tame my slight knotted hair  and straightened as well my simple black shirt. Then I knocked on the door with the number 24.

After a few seconds the door opened by an old man. He must have been around 60 to 70 years old. "Ms. Odell?", he asked with a friendly smile. His voice was calm though with a hint of curiosity. Strangely, I immediately had a positive impression of him.
 I smiled and answered shyly: "Yeah, hello MR: Carter, correctly?"

He shook my hand with a surprisingly strong handshake.
"Ah please call me Walter. I feel very old when a young beautiful girl, like you, calls me by my last name.", he laughed. Embarrassed by his compliment I looked at the floor while my cheeks already were on flames.
It was another one of my many problems: Embarrassment and redness when I got complimented. It doesn't matter who complimented me or about what I get complimented though every time my face especially my cheeks turn a shade darker. In extreme situations I can also panic and it can lead to myself being in  a short solidification for a few seconds. I remember one time in high school when Oliver wanted to invite me to prom ... anyway, that's a different story!