Sober and Legally Wild

In reality

I push open my door. It creaks unhealthy. It is slow to open. It reminds me of a horror film, I almost expected a monster to prance down on me. To be honest I wasnt completely wrong,
let me tell you my idea of my uni life was a costa coffee in one hand an interesting book in the other. Whereas in reality if you have any spare time it is spend on the phone to the students finance company trying to negotiate a good deal. Stressing over how you are going to survive another week with no money just because you decided to buy a packet of biscuits last week. And if you only want to go to uni for the chance of having a whole Ben and Jerry's to yourself ;forget it. If you get the chance to buy one ,your roommates soon clears it up.

The sight I saw when I walked into the room was a tall and broad 18 year old smelly boy sleeping on a tiny, gross brown,almost fluffy sofa. A Indian boy, also 18, who has his face in the fridge and a small 18 year old girl who was on her hands and knees looking under a green leather chair.

I stand in the doorway for a few seconds, taking in my surrounding I will now be calling home. The wallpaper is blue with yellow flowers on but it is so old that it is faded alot. The kitchen is green and brown. It looks as if they tried to do a 'shabby chic' look but it wasnt working.

Suddenly I hear this piercing scream. The small girl jumps up ( she is the one screaming). The indian boy has a distressed look on his face he then joins in shouting. I see this cat sprint towards me. The girl is jumping and shouting 'close the door'. I have to admit I was slow on the action. I turned to close the door but the cat was too fast. As I had turned I hadn't noticed that the Indian boy had dived to catch the cat so when I turned back around I had an unfortunate surprise to see this 18 year old boy heading stright towards me to catch the cat. Before I knew it I was on the floor with the indian boy on top of me.

I get up ,  as soon as I am stright my back lets out a painful pang. 'ooowww' Is all I manage to let out. My patience is now extremely thin I have just had a giant journey and all I wanted to do is settle in. However my anger was tamed the second I saw the indian boys apologetic face. ' I am so sorry' he utters in a fluster. ' I was trying to get the cat and then well I got ....' he trailed off. 'Don't worry about it' I say in a flat , dry voice. In a softer voice I ask his name . ' Ibraham' he replies 'yours?'. 'Mine is Elin, Elin Rider. I never knew we were allowed pets here?' I say curiouly pointing towards the door where the small girl had disappeared. ' your not that's the whole point' he says in a tired voice. we both look doubly to the door. 'I should help look' Ibraham says whilst leaving the room.

I turn to see that the boy sleeping was still fast alseep not even awoken but the screaming for the cat. The fact sort of worried me, what if there was a burglar or worst a murderer he would sleep right through it. For some reason I could not picture Ibraham putting up much of a fight towards a armed murderer.

I walk into my room. It is small but what I expected. I had been looking forward to this part - re decorating,putting things in places. This makes me sound so neat and tidy which I am not and let me tell you I envy those who are. I look out my window to see a dump yard ,seriously. I take a deep breath and start putting my clothes in my draws. I then put a new duvet cover on my bed and start to put my books and stationary on my desk. I scatter my sentimental things like pictures and charms around the room and now I am wishing I didn't bring so much stuff I simply have no where to put it. I shove them under my bed for now and put up some fairy lights.

Happy with my work I go head to the kitchen. The kitchen is open to the lounge area for all the rooms in this apartment are on one floor with our separate rooms coming off the lounge. I notice the box telly and I laugh its almost retro its that old you could sell it for ten times more then what it cost to be built. There was only the tall boy around now. 'so we are like, housemates now' he says trying to start a conversation. 'yah' I reply trying to end it. 'cool' he says as he looks around. His behaviour is odd like how people act after a really head core party but he had liturally just crawled out of bed. Anyway it was obvious this boy was stonned, without really knowing I ask ' are you stonned?'. He laughed ' yah thats me' he says in a distant voice. He lifts a hand for me to shake I lift my hand to my nose and smell it. 'hmmmm getting stonned at a party fair enough but in reality really?. Just dont get mixed uo in any of the hard stuff okay? I speak with authority yet I have none. 'okay ,Mum' he mutters as he walks off. I call after him 'what was the name of the  girl with the cat??' He turns 'hot stuff' he says in a lazy voice and walks off.

I later found out his name is joey I am always surprised by him in different ways when he is not stonned he is such a charming guy only really wears black but never the less charming. He will always help and want to chat and have views on life you would never think such a boy would have. But when he is stonned he is lazy, and un cooperative always grumpy. Sometimes it makes him more whats the word - clingy - giving hugs saying he loves everyone and all that jazz. I have little patience when he is stonned bacially.

Most people now would be calling home but I didn't want to have to answer any questions or think about decisions. As soon as you leave your home you are always expected to know everything and know how to make the right choices and know how to do the ridht stuff. Instead I go to look for the cat I addmitilly let out earlier. I walk down the dark green corridor calling Ibraham's name as I dont know the cats. I walk slow so I do not miss any sudden movement.

I walked past the broom cupboard when I hear I big bang from inside. Me being me scream and start running back to my apartment. It was then I realised there is no chance of me living by myself. I was running around the last corner when I bump into this boy who looked the same age as me. His large brown eyes look stright into mine with a sense of worry in them not for him but for me. He steadies me and asks if I'm alright I nod and apologies and walk happily back my apartment thinking why mens hair growns uo when wemons just flop lifeless on the side if our heads.

When I open the to see Joey with a frying pan in his hand. ' oh God , Joey what are you doing'  I ask in a bored voice. ' there is a burglar in there' he says pionting to one of the doors. ' or it could be the fifth   member of out house, hense thefive doors' I say annoyingly. 'There are six doors actually and one is bathroom the other is a closet there is no other person' he says smugly. 'Joey ,we dont have a closet you idiot' I say as I push open the door.

There is a medium sized girl ,fairly tall looking confused surrounded in boys band tops and posters of naked wemon on motorbikes.' Hi im emily and I have no idea whats going on' she says in a determined but quite voice. ' well, actually I thought your room was a closet and put my stuff in it' says Joey truthfully. He looks at the pile then at his hands then at his own room. ' actually is there any chance of uou possibly keeping them-' I cut him off 'Joey take then back now' just cause my first day was bad Emily's doesn't need to be. 'Fine  Mum' he says that better not be my nickname.

in the pile I notice a top thst has a half naked girl on it with writitng going 'sexy' and ' hot ' all over it. Anger fills me I hate tops like this. Why does society let men walk around with tops like that on when if a women was trually like that she would be called a 'slut' by society. I rip the top in half and stuff it in the bin. ' what the hell are you doing ' Joey yells. ' Its disgusting if you like it that much then sew it back together ' I say in a harsh tone. ' I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SEW THATS A GIRLS JOB' Joey shouts. 'WELL IF YOU CAN WEAR A PICTURE OF A BLOODY NAKED WOMAN THEN DO A SO CALLED "WOMEN'S"  JOB'. I shout back begore slamming the door in Joey's face.