You're Not Creative

C h a p t e r - 1

My apartment felt dull and empty when I first saw it. It doesn't seem like the kind of place you would plan on staying at. It wasn't tiny, but it wasn't huge, just right in the middle where big furniture wouldn't fit, but the small things would look too boring and insignificant.

The walls were a gross yellow-white color, and the kitchen looked like it probably had at least 40 rats hiding around in the cabnits.

But it was all I could afford.

So, I walked over to the living room space and sat my three suitcases down. Honestly, maybe the apartment isn't as terrible as it seemed. Maybe it's just me.

I'm technically a runaway. The only person who knows where I am right now would be my Mom, she sort of let me do this. Not only did she understand I needed to get away from everything, but I also blackmailed her.

When I explained that either way I was leaving, she could either know where I was, or I'd make sure she never find me. It was either support, or losing the only daughter around the house. My older sister's 26 with her own family.

She obviously agreed. Even going as far as to help me find a place and put me in another school so I could graduate my last year of highschool. I worked really hard at a Tacobell before I left home, so I had some money for food saved up.

The only real problem was that I had no furniture. Like, zero. No bed, no chairs, nothing.

The landlady walked through the door behind me, sighing and shaking her head at the sight of the place. "Honey, feel free to fix this place up if you want. I'll even help you if you need. What kind of paint do you want for the walls? They look terrible!" I shrugged my shoulders at her question, but nodded.

She was right, the apartment was terrible. I guess it isn't just me. "I'll bring over some colors for you to look at," she said walking towards me. "Do you need anything?"

Furniture would be great.

I shook my head in a small 'no'. The landlady nodded, taking one last look around the place, then put her hand on my shoulder. "Okay. My number will be on the fridge in case anything goes wrong. Your Momma told me what was happening at home, so feel free to give me a shout when you need. Alright, Honey?"

I let a soft smile fill my lips. "Of course," I said, my voice a little hoarse due to stress. She looked a little taken aback at me talking, I didn't blame her. She hadn't heard me the whole time. I was never on the phone with her, we never met up, nothing.

She gave me a big smile before pushing a piece of paper on the fridge and putting one of the small black magnets over it, before she put my keys on the counter and left, looking at me one more time.

Honestly, if felt nice to have her around. I had someone to kind of count on.

With a big sigh and a heavy heart, I sat against the wall, looking around the room. It seemed decently well lighten considering no lights were on.

Maybe this won't be too bad after all.

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Since I update my other book every Monday, I thought it was only appropriate to update this one every Friday! I don't know if I'll be able to next week, but I'll definitely try. Anyways, thank you for reading you beautiful people, and I'm out!
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