This chapter is dedicated to foodislife225
SOME BOOKS are made up of thousand words while some are blank like a canvas waiting to be painted. If my life was a book, I'd call it perfect.
Life has never been better than now. Everything is just the way I wanted it and I seems to be enjoying life.
No parents drama, no curfew bullshit and no boys drama or whatever.
It's my third year In Towson university and it still surprises me how time flies. My three years staying on my own despite the fact that my parents' house is few minutes drive away. My mom wanted me to go to school from the house but I just couldn't wait to be on my own. My mom couldn't bear to stay away from her little angel. She wasn't ready to accept that I'm not her little girl anymore.
She has my little sister, why on earth should I still be her little angel? She still treats me like the spoilt princess that I am and I'm sure grateful for that.
My mom was so happy and hopeful I would finally get to meet a boy and live happily ever after. But that isn't in my plans, it has never been and probably won't be in the next couple of years. Happy ever is just some bullshit stupid people make up.
If a boy is involved, a perfect life becomes imperfect.
I moved into a two bedroom apartment with the help of my family, with my mom promising she wouldn't show up uninvited of course but I know that was a lie.
My apartment is the most comfortable and private place I have ever had. Both rooms have a bathroom and a walk in closet, the living room is big enough for me, there's a little space for the dinning too and my favourite part of the apartment is the kitchen. It's big and has everything a girl wants in her kitchen, not that I cook that much. I can't even remember the last time I cooked.
There is also a small place right outside the living room, it's the balcony and it's also one of the reasons I fucking love this apartment. It's my home.
I can remember very well my first time in my apartment, my little sister wouldn't stop crying, she just wanted to stay behind. But I promised her she can come whenever she wants to and since I have an empty room, she can always use it whenever she comes around.
The day she came around with my mom, she almost freaked out after seeing Liana in her room. Liana is a girl I met in journalism class, we became friends immediately, she comes to my apartment almost everyday after school and sleeps over most weekends. I became use to her company and told her to move in with me, she hesitated because of her over protective parents who think the school dorm is the best for her but she finally concurred.
After almost eighteen months of staying together, Liana decided to move back to Germany and it really breaks my heart to watch her leave. I was already used to having someone in the apartment and when she broke the news of leaving to me, I felt so sad. She knew how bad I felt and told me to get a replacement or better still she'd get someone for me. I don't really feel comfortable hearing that because I don't know how things would go living with a stranger, no one can ever be like Liana. She's just a sunshine that lightens everywhere up and brightens people's life. She assured me everything would be fine and I believe her.
Enjoying my stay at home, I picked up a nude nail polish from my top drawer and applied it on my long finger nails. I cherish my long fingernails so much and I make sure to apply polish on then whenever possible. I applied on my toenails too and took like a 50 pictures of my nails right after with my white iPhone. I finally picked two out of all the pictures and uploaded them on my Instagram page.
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