I'm glad that I met you (Sally x reader)

Chapter 1

(Song that I listened during the creation of this chapter: Epik High-The Benefits of Heartbreak;

Rich Brian-Cold)

Word count:3909

(Y/N)=your name

(Y/T)=your town 

*Cover credit:korpioh on tumblr*

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There it was...The hopes and dreams of a new beginning. I am standing in front of the apartment that I am about to call home from now on. It looks shaggy and unkept but I don't mind it. The numbers on the door stare back at me, almost mocking me and my mother about the sad past that we had back in our old place as if it knew what happened.

*"204" I mumble under my breath.*

It feels as if I am going to be given the same agonizing fate, but hope dies last, as they say. Who are they? I don't know..It's just a cliche thing you hear when someone wants to comfort you through hard times. It works sometimes.

I can hear my mother's footsteps as she is approaching me with a box in her hands. I take the knob of the door in my hand and let it swing open. She hurriedly passes me, while being careful not to break the contents of the precious box that she was carrying. I can see that she is anxious about this big step that we are taking as a family, but she hides it really well.

*She was always good at acting.*

I enter the apartment for the third time this day. It welcomes me with the same stale and musty smell that I felt on the first day of moving. The walls are covered in an ugly floral wallpaper that just makes the rooms feel older and smaller. In contrast, birds are chirping merrily by the window of the living room, and they manage to pull a smile on my face. The place itself isn't beyond fixing and the location of this apartment complex wasn't bad at all. The atmosphere is tranquilizing and I get to reconnect with nature, being given the fact that I live close to a beautiful lake and a park. Let's just hope that I'll be able to make some friends during the first days of school, otherwise, I'm screwed.

"(Y/n), get to unpacking honey. It will be late soon and we need to eat dinner."

"Do I have to do it right nooow? Why can't I do it tomorrow? It's late anyway..."I respond, checking the clock on my phone.

*6:33 pm...*

"Don't leave for tomorrow what you can do today." said mom, taking out some silverware from a box.

I say nothing in response and go to my room. The boxes are waiting in the corner of the room, piled on each other, begging to be opened. The brown floor squeaks under my heavy steps as I choose my first box. It's the one in which I packed all of my good clothes. I open the wardrobe and start filling it with the contents of the box, slowly but surely while my back is aching from staying hunched over the clothes.

In about half an hour they were neatly organized on the shelves and cloth hangers of the dresser. I glance at the rest of the room and daydream about how it could look like in the future. Someday, the vision from my head will be put in action, but for now, it's late and the stomach requires some nourishing food.

Entering the kitchen, my nostrils are greeted with the enticing aroma of cabbage rolls that my mom is cooking. Oh, how great of a cook she is. She was also a good mom, a good gardener, a good driver, a good friend, a good jokester. She is a good person in general and I wish I can grow to have the patience and kindness that she has.

"Oh, there's my little ladybug! Are you done unpacking?" she said while cutting a carrot for the soup.