Displeased Domination (CraftBattleDuty and BajanCanadian Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Wonder

That's the last of it. I struggled with the cold zipper on my overflowing suitcase. I grunted and groaned until it was completely closed, which resulted in me hitting my funny bone against the metal bedpost. "Shit!" I couldn't help myself from cursing. My eyes watered and my arm tingled. I keeled over onto the bed until the pain subsided. Figures. I thought to myself as I sat up. I'm probably the clumsiest person on earth. I gazed around the then bare and unfamiliar room. A shiver ran up my spine. The room seemed so cold and unforgiving. Nothing like it had been before. I almost errupted into a sobbing emotional blob right then and there, but my thoughts prevented it from happening. You're an adult now, I reminded myself. Eighteen years old, responsible and capable, you do not cry like a little girl anymore. So what if you're moving out of your parents' house? So what if you'll be thousands of miles away? You can take care of yourself! But even still, I wasn't so sure.

I took out my phone and opened up the college webpage. LA's School for The Visual Arts (LASVA) • A College for the Video/Recording/Editing Design• •All classes reward high credits!•

I was bored and waiting for six am eastern standard time (it was four) so that I could drive to the airport. I looked at the list of professors, something that I had already reviewed several times, and switched through different articles and links.

Suddenly, a neon colorful ad popped up. In a bold heading it proclaimed In Search Of Roommate! LASVA Student! Click or Tap for Details! I perked up. Maybe I wouldn't have to pay for rent on the crappy little grody motel room I had been planning on living in for eight semesters. I tapped, hoping that it wasn't a bug. To my relief, it wasn't.

Requirements

-Female

-LASVA Student

-Age: preferably 18, but 18-26 accepted

-Living space: Eight room apartment, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, one huge shared office

-Pets allowed (Maximum of three per roommate, only cats, dogs, birds, hamsters and guinea pigs)

-Pay half of rent (half of rent is $60 per week)

-I hope to have feed back soon! My email is skylar59679@bmail.net

That sounded pretty good to me. I fit all requirements and they even allowed pets! I looked down pitifully at my gray tabby mix Tazzy. She mewed in complaint of being in the pet carrier.

I pulled up my email app and composed.

Hi, my name is Sammy Crystalleaf and I am an 18 year old LASVA student from New Hampshire looking for a place to rent. I fit all of your requirements and I'm hoping to bring my tabby cat. Everthing about your apartment sounds better than the place I was going to rent. Please consider me to be your new roommate!

Thanks,

Samantha Crystalleaf

College Student attending

Los Angeles' School for The Video Arts

I shut off my phone and shoved it into my back pocket in preparation for the next half an hour or so, which would consist of lugging my many extensively swelled suitcases down the stairs, through the hall, down the stone step path, across the driveway, and into the trunk, backseats, and even strapped onto the roof of my turquoise Mazda 6.

The first fifty pound suitcase, one labeled Jewelry/Metal Things was dragged all the way into the trunk. It was jewelry and metal furniture such as little racks and things that I used for organization. This would be shipped over in a moving van. Second, Technology. My laptop, Beats Dr. Dre headphones, Yurbuds earbuds, a few thumbdrives and SD cards, my Blue Yeti Snowball microphone, my tablet, my Go-Pro, and most importantly, my 25 megapixel camera with folding tripod.

The rest of the two hours consisted of struggling my many personal belongings into my car. It was time to go. My mom called me into the kitchen. Tear stains streaked her face. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered. "You pulled through even with all of the scars and wounds. You did it and now it's time for you to make someone else happy." She smiled and stroked my face, rubbing off countless layers of concealer, bb cream, and foundation to reveal deep bloody scars, dent scars, stitch scars, and even wire scars. They were all from bullying. Ever since I could remember, I've had a 4.0 GPA. Because of this, these aggressive girls and even some boys have targeted me. Luckily, all of these things are easily hidden with make up. I had made a few friends along the way, in middle school and high school, but no one liked to be friends with someone who was severely bullied. If you did, it was like putting a gun to your head.

One day, in middle school, a high school boy had beat me up for no apparent reason. Well, except for the fact that I got good grades. That day, I had come home with deep, bloody scars, a permanent blind spot in the corner of my left eye, and deafness in my left ear. Because of this, I had killer reflexes if someone came up in my blind/deaf spot. The only plus. Of course, my parents had tried to talk to the school and the bullies' parents, but of course both avoided us. I had considered suicide many times. My parents and conscience were the only preventions. And here I was, pursuing every fangirl's stupid and unrealistic dream of becoming a youtuber. And maybe, just like in all those fanfics, I'll just inexplicably meet Sky or ASFJerome or someone. Pffft. I thought this phrase very often, exhibiting my irritating trait of never being ignorant of the painful truth. Perhaps I would be something even better. A famous movie director. Or maybe a camera woman.

So there I was, blissfully hugging my teary mother, wondering about the inevitable future.

My dad walked in to say goodbye. He too was full of extreme sorrow. I hugged him and said a last goodbye to the both of them. With a promise to text and call often, I walked to the front door. I hesitated. I was making my first step into the world as a fully responsible adult. I took a deep breath and turned the ice cold door knob with a shaky hand. And I took the step, wondering about the inevitable future.

Wondering about the inevitable future.