Cloudy

The Complaints

Beep beep. Beep bee- I slammed my palm onto the alarm, and groaned. Crap, I set my alarm on for the weekend again. Now I'll never get back to sleep. I drag myself out of bed. I look in my mirror and ruffled my rainbow bed head. Literally, I dyed my hair pastel rainbow a couple weeks back. Still getting used to it, it's a big change from mouse brown. Anyway! I poured my coffee and checked my post. I was surprised to actually see an envelope, I never actually GET mail. I slid my pinkie through it. I'll read it out.
Miss Phoenix,
You have been getting multiple complaints from your neighbors about loud noises late at night. There have been five in total. You are overdue with your rent anyway, so I contemplated it, and you are being evicted. You have three days to prepare and find a new home.
Yours truly,
Giles Lawson, the landlord.
WHAT?! I can't get EVICTED! I haven't got enough money for another apartment... This place was perfect, a medium sized flat in L.A, with a cosy bedroom and a kitchen living room. I just stood there, blinking. I blinked a bit too much. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I got dressed. Pretty casual, just jeans and a plaid polo shirt. I took out my dusty old suitcase, which I haven't touched in about two years. This is all going too fast. Yesterday I was chatting with my friend Jill about boyfriends and shit best friends talk about, now where the hell am I going to go? Wait... Jill. I slammed the envelope on the table and threw my clothes into the suitcase. I burst out the door. I'm starting realise I'm bat shit crazy. I called Jill. Ugh. Dialing tone of hell. 'Jill? 'Jill? Answer bitch!' I said. I heard her groan. 'Jesus Shelby, what?' she murmured. I told her what happened. She breathed out and in for a couple of seconds. 'Oh my god Shel. Get over here now, you're staying with me!' She said. I grinned. Everything was going to be OK.
But it wasn't.