Room for rent

1. "get out!"

"B-But where do you want me to go?"

"I don't know and frankly I don't care, Emma!" 

He just stood there, no expression on his face except a hint of annoyance. Some fucking landlord he was...

I had rented a room in his flat for about 6 months and I didn't think he'd throw me out just like that. But apparently he could and that's what he was doing, right about fucking now.

"I don't have anywhere to live, do you want me to sleep on the fucking street?!" I started to gain a little confidence and I felt panic creep up on me. 

"Fine, you have one week to find a new place. But that's all!" 

Jordan slammed my door and I could hear him cursing while lighting a cigarette on his way out of the flat. Like it was my fault he rented me the room in the first place.

"Fucking hell!" I cursed while throwing my history book against the wall. And then I kicked the desk chair with such force I accidentally broke the armrest. Like I cared? Hell no.

The room was a small, squared space just big enough to fit a bed and a small desk. The window faced the big brick wall on the house across so the view wasn’t a very uplifting thing either. But it had been my home for nearly 6 months and now i was about to be kicked out. Nowhere to go, nothing. nada. 

I grabbed my laptop and started writing. My fingers tapped on the keys, forming a small pathetic ad. 

"20 year old girl looking for room to rent. 

Student, very responsible and organized" 

Hell I wasn't organized for shit but no one would let me rent their room if I write the truth.

"Unorganized, wine loving smoker that seem to fuck everything up"

Nope, not gonna happen.

I finished the rest of the ad and printed out a few copies before I grabbed my bag and left the house. A big depressing building in the outskirts of London. 

I took the bus around town and put my ad on some bulletins and note-boards in areas that seemed cool and close to the University. But honestly I didn’t really care what area i ended up in, all i did know what that i did NOT wanted to end up on the street. 

After putting the shitty ad on several places I found a small coffee shop, bought a cup of black coffee to-go and pulled out a cigarette before I walked over to the park on the other side of the street.

I found a spot under a big chestnut tree where I sat down. 

"Well this is going great" I mumbled for myself referring to my whole fucked up life situation. 

I pulled my fingers through my blonde curls while sipping on my coffee. "Absolutely fucking great”.

Here i was, a 20 year old failure, living or whatever you could call it, in London so far away from home that i couldn’t just take the train home and live with my parents, without a home. Not a shit load of money, no plan and nothing. I couldn’t help to feel slightly sad about the whole fucked up situation. Last week i was a pretty happy with my life but now everything just seemed upside down. 

After finishing my coffee and two cigarettes I pulled out my phone and dialed Trixie. She picked up on the 3rd dial and I let out a deep sight. 

"Emma!" Her light voice filled my ear.

"Hey Trix, what's up?" I trailed off trying to sound calm and not like a person that just been kicked out of her home.

"Not much, me and Ben are heading to his parents summer house over the weekend" she answered.