It's the day after my high school graduation, and I've been working at the same shitty jobs with the same shitty people for years to save up for this. I'm finally moving to New York, which I've been dreaming about for almost my whole life.
I've been searching online for the best apartment I could find, which is difficult for New York because you're paying for the city and usually you have to settle for some garbage apartment, which is okay with me, because I probably won't be home too often. I found an apartment in Brooklyn that isn't the nicest place but it'll do, and it's only about $900.00 a month, and I'll have a roommate anyway, which makes the payment so much easier.
The guy I'm going to be living with seems pretty chill, his name is George and he's 23 years old, I've only ever texted him so hopefully he isn't some sort of creep, with my luck, he will be.
My bags are packed and I'm ready to go, and I hear someone yell
"(Y/N) It's time to go!"
It's just my brother Jordan, he's gonna drive me to the airport. My flights at 10:00 am and OH SHIT, it's a little past 9:00 am, I should really get going.
The ride there was a bit quiet, Jordan didn't say much.
Most of my family is a little pissed off at the fact that I'm leaving the state, but you can't blame me for wanting to leave a place I've been living in my whole life, that kind of shit gets old.
When we arrive at the airport, we say our goodbyes, and oddly enough, I'm not too sad, if anything I feel like my life is about to begin.
As I walk away I hear my brother mutter under his breath
"godspeed"
Not sure what that means.
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FanfictionYou're finally moving to New York, and you're roommate isn't exactly what you expected... I've never done this before, and I admire other people's work on here and thought I'd give it a go. Constructive criticism is welcome. Don't expect too much f...
