Bromantic Artist

The Girl Next Door

My dad just kicked me out. I had to find a sofa to crash and I didn't know where to look. When I walked every corner of the eerily quiet town, I heard a voice "Come on! " It became louder and clearer as I kept on walking down the stone road. The sound was from a women, a rather nice one. "Hey!" the voice coming out of my lips shyly. "Sul Sul, how's it going?" she responded with a cheerful tone. I felt my vision and mind becoming blur, not that I was into her just looking for a place. "What brings you here? You seem new." she later asked with her energy-filled voice. "Oh, I was looking for an available house." I said with my typical shy tone, "Is there any?" Right as I said that phrase, the thought of her not knowing anyone's house to crash in made me dismiss the idea. "Wait, I know one!" I listened with surprise but with focus as I heard her said those words, "My neighbour just moved out so the house next to mines is vacant so maybe you can stay there!" I felt pleased and happy hearing that!

When I got there, the house seems a bit small but livable and neat. After a few weeks of negotiations with the real estate agent, I finally got the house! I gave it a fresh coat of paint and framed my favourite movie poster collection. After that hard work, I could finally call it home!

It was the most perfect home I couldn't have asked for. There was a tall, withered tree but I managed to fill the hole with some gorgeous fairy lights that dangled around the empty, dead branches. The neighbours were kind and amazingly generous. They hosted a Welcome Wagon which was fantastic! I also made a very good friend, Travis. Travis stayed much more longer than the neighbours around here. Now that I think about it, I never saw the girl that I met that fateful day.