Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 1 How You Doing, Annie?

Freya

What really is the sky? Is it an endless abyss of air and glowing gas balls? Or is it an accidental process caused by ultra violet? What makes the dark of the night sky so dark and intriguing and yet, what makes the sunshine of the morning light so bright and bubbly? So many questions and yet, not enough time to comprehend the answers through my brain...

"Freya, can you put this box in the kitchen for me?" my best friend Becca asks as she holds out a cardboard box that has  mugs/cups written on it in bold sharpie.

But like really, what Is the sky? Is it just a big void of nothingness? Or is it something more?

"Hello...earth to, Freya," I hear Becca call me again. I quickly snap out of my recurring daze as she waves her tiny hand in my face. I give her an apologetic smile before striping the box from her grasp. "Sorry—I mean yeah, sure," I say breathlessly. I turn away from the moving truck and look up at the tall rustic building that stands before me in disbelief.

Today was the day that me and my childhood best friend Becca move into our new apartment together. Its feels really weird, considering I'm only just now a senior in high school and have never lived with anyone else before besides my parents.

My parents died the middle of my junior year. It was a fire. I wasn't in the house when the fire started, and apparently they couldn't tell where the fire originated from. Some people were really understanding and caring about the whole situation, like Becca. But others, not so much. People at school started calling me names and saying that I should've been in the house with them. It caused me to go into full hibernation mode. I mean I didn't go to school or went anywhere over the summer. I ran off to Becca's and stayed at her house the entire time. It was just me, her and her mom who mostly spent her nights at the hospital, so I never really felt like much of a burden to them.

Eventually though, when Becca turned eighteen, we decided to get an apartment together—just the two of us. I was little hesitant at first, but it's not like I had many other options besides live with my grandparents in Jersey, and believe me, I really didn't want to spend my days sitting on a hard rocking chair while I listen to my grandfather scream at the latest episode of Wheel Of Fortune.

Now I guess this is where we ended up. Us—moving into our new affordable apartment, preparing myself for what i can already tell is going to be the most exhausting period of my life...Senior year.

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After about two hours or so of Becca and I going back and forth between the apartment and moving truck, we  finally got everything into the apartment and semi-unpacked.

The apartment that Becca picked for us is actually really nice. With its concrete floors, brick walls, stainless steal appliances. I told Becca I didn't really care where we lived. All I knew is I just wanted to get away from everything. So, Becca took it upon herself to find the perfect place for us. Becca has been saving up ever since my parents died for an apartment for us, her mom chipping in a little bit as well. And let's not forget to mention Becca's dad who is filthy loaded and occasionally sends Bec and her mom very generous checks every now and then.

Becca's dad left her and her mom when she was six for another women that he had previously been seeing for past year. I don't think Becca really thought anything of it. All she cared about was her mom's happiness, which I found really sweet. Becca is one of the most selfless people that I know. That's one thing that's I've always loved about her. She likes to say that her and I are two dysfunctional peas in a pod, which she's probably not wrong about. correct, definitely not wrong about. But that's why we work so well together. We're still here despite our past demons that our just napping at our feet.