Me and Mine.

Chapter 2

I wake up to the sound of my dad revving the engine of his old pick up truck in the driveway. As I hop out of bed, I can't help but let a big, goofy grin appear.

Today's the day.

I had already packed my stuff days ago. I'm so ready for this. I look over to my bedside table, and watch as the hands on my small clock slowly make their way around. It read 8 a.m., and we'll be leaving around 9. The university I'll be attending is only about an hour and a half from home, so I'll be taking my car with me.

After assembling the puzzle that is fitting all my stuff in the back of my dads truck, I climb into my electric blue, 2013 Ford Fiesta. And just like that, we're off.

The drive to my new apartment was a daunting one, I can't tell if I'm excited or nervous or both. But as I climb out of my car, I can't help but stop breathing, the apartment complex is beautiful, and I can see the campus from where I'm standing. I look down at the small card that holds all the information about my apartment and the key to get in, and search for the room number.

8B.

As I walk over to my dads truck, I can see that he's staring at the building too, I can sense a little bit of sadness in his eyes. He's what I'll miss most about home. My whole life I've never really been far from my dad, and even if I'm only an hour and a half away from home, not seeing him everyday is gonna suck.

"You've really grown up haven't you." He whispered when he sensed me beside him. These simple words crushed me. It was just me and my dad my whole life, leaving him is going to be so hard, for both of us.

As if he didn't want me to know that he was sad, a smile quickly formed and he turned to face me. "Well then, let's get moving."

When I entered the apartment, It hit me that my roommate must have already moved in, as there were bags and boxes sitting along the far side of the living room. I also notice a small sticky note on the counter, and on it, scribbled in messy handwriting, was a message telling me that I could have the room nearest the kitchen. I took in that the handwriting seemed quite messy, but I quickly brushed it off as the excitement of my situation finally hit me.

About an hour and a half later, all the boxes had been taken from my dads truck and my car and placed in my room inside apartment 8B. I was ecstatic, but my excitement quickly faded as I realized that my dad has to head home.

After 20 minutes of crying, from both of us, and saying our goodbyes, my dad pulled out of the complex parking lot. As I turned from the direction that I was facing and paced up the cement walkway to the front doors of the complex, an unnerving but exciting thought came to me.

I should probably continue unpacking.

When I entered the apartment, the bags and boxes in the living room still sat in their spot against the wall, untouched. I couldn't help but wonder when my roommate would be coming back.

I opened the door of my new room and soaked in the sunlight emerging from the large windows on the wall opposite of me. The view from my room is amazing, and honestly part of me can't apprehend why my roommate wouldn't want a room with this view, while the other part of me is happy that they didn't. Ive always been a sucker for a good view, and this one is breathtaking, the autumn leaves decorating the trees in bright yellows, reds and oranges, and the afternoon sky lit up with soft blues and beautiful white clouds. I could see the large campus buildings in the distance as well, and it excited me more and more as I looked at it.

It's Friday and classes don't start till Monday, so I'm relieved that I have the weekend to settle in. And after about another hour of organizing and putting finishing touches on my new room, I believe it's all ready. The last thing I add is a body length mirror in the corner of my room next to my bed, and as I set it down I stare into my reflection. My dark blue jeans and brown knee high boots match perfectly with my beige sweater and red plaid scarf, the whole outfit compliments my strawberry blonde hair, and makes my blue eyes pop. I look just like my dad.

Thinking of my dad makes my eyes well up with tears, but this is a new start, and I'll always be able to see him on breaks and holidays, and, he's only a phone call away.

With dad on my mind, and being physically and mentally exhausted from the long day, I collapse onto my newly made bed. I glance over at my nightstand clock. Two o' clock pm.

I might as well just take a nap.