1: Things She Hates

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There are a lot of things I hate in this world. They are not worth mentioning because enumerating them would only give me a headache and it will not make me money but I really have to get some of them out of my chest.

First, the continuous increase of college tuition fees all over the world. I do not understand how other countries can afford to make their colleges free while my tuition fee is getting higher and higher every move I make in the school.

Second, I do not understand why the land lady of the apartment complex I am staying at right now has let guys in this place when this was strictly for girls only when I moved in. I do not think male and female beings of puberty stage should be put together in a same place for a long term basis. The fact that the land lady is not here all the time makes the matters worse. I already have to deal with the loud chatting of the girls, I also have to deal with the smelliness of the boys. Can't a girl get some rest.

And third, the ruckus that has been going on just under my room's floor. I have been trying to get some sleep for a while now but sleep seems hardly to come anytime because of the loud thumping of the music coming from the party currently on going down stairs.They started way before I ate dinner which was around 8 o'clock and now that it is already way past midnight, they still have not gotten enough of it. Where do they get all these energy from?

I do not consider myself as a bitter person for I am blessed to not have undergone anything major in my life so far like an incident that could make all my senses collapse, or my heart broken to ''a million of pieces'' as what my cousin would say. I am just... Me. Though I never rant, that does not mean that I am not physically capable of doing so and that I do not care about some important things that are happening around me. Just like the rise of corruption in our country, I do care about those stuff. I have to care about those because I am after all a citizen of this country and right now I care beacuse I cannot sleep. But honestly it is not in me to take any form of action. Now that I just admitted to that, it really does sound bad.

Well, I care a lot. They are just in my mind waiting for the right moment to explode and I do not see it coming any time in the future.

It is already 12 minutes past 12 midnight and sleep seems like the pot of gold by the end of the rainbow- too impossible to be true. I have tried a lot of things for sleep to finally come to me. I read it in a magazine that drinking milk without sugar would make you fall asleep faster. Two glasses of it already and it didn't work.

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yes, I hate a lot of things in this world. But right now, I would set everything aside and make the loud banging noise on my door the top of the list. No scratch that. Make that the person who is banging on my door the top of the list.

Who could it be in this unearthly hour? Probably someone very drunk and forgot to bring their room's key, silently praying that their roommate is inside. Sadly, they just had the misfortune of banging the wrong room, disturbing the inhabitant who is peacefully living her life.

This is not the first time this happened. Last time, a girl passed out on my door step swimming on her own vomit. Never will I forget that sight and have that scene happen again.

I will just do what I have always been doing: play deaf, ignore, and wait for a few minutes until the person goes away. That method have always worked. I do not receive any mails anyway and I do not order stuff online. Classmates don't visit me either. Why would they?

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Can't this person just take the hint? I am not supposed to be here in my room. I am supposed to partying downstairs. So, what is he still doing there? He is supposed to be knocking on someone else's door by now.

BANG!

What if he is not a drunk student who lives in this complex? What if- what if... it's a burglar?!

That is what someone who is melodramatic and overdosed with thriller series would say. I do not watch dramas and thrillers.

They have been bugging me for quite some time now. I guess it's time that I have to calmly walk to my door.

Having to get up from bed is possibly one of the most trivial chores a person should do everyday. Imagine just having to leave the comforts of your bed to help someone who got lost in their way. Very heroic of me if I may say so.

With a baseball bat tightly gripped by me right hand, I slowly walked up to my door. I am not that scared. Just to be sure. "People are really unpredictable these days" was what my dad said. That is also why he got me this baseball bat. More reliable than a pepper spray.

"Who's there?" I called out as I reached the door. Just to be sure.

A few seconds of silence.

No one answered.

Maybe they already passed out? Maybe they finally took the hint and went off? I prefer the later.

Finally convinced there is nobody on the other side of my room's door, I slowly turned around to go back to my bed. Then, there was another loud thumping on my door. Really?! What now?

"Who's there?"

Nobody answered again.

I have to open the door. Maybe that person is too drunk to even talk, right? I mean, they can't even find their own room. I have a bat with me anyway.

Going back to the direction of my door, I gripped on my bat harder. I unhooked my locks, then ever slowly opened my door. A silhouette of a tall frame was the very first thing that I saw. I keep my room dark whenever I'm off to bed that is why it took some time for my eyes to adjust to the light from the corridor.

Then I saw a face of a stranger but at the same time he looks all too familiar.

He is obviously drunk.

And he stinks.










Carlee's Note
Hello everyone? How are you all doing?
I am glad that you somehow made it to this book. :)
I started writing a lot of books but never got past chapter 1. This time, I am gonna do it more diligently.

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