Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

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Hey everybody! Hope y'all are enjoying it so far, sorry if it's a little boring. It'll get better. this is what I envisioned for their apartment. ;)

I once called the cell that my mom and I shared our home when I was 5 years old or something. I said to one of the prisoners: "Oh well, I'm going home now. See you tomorrow." The prisoner looked heartbroken at me and grabbed me by my arm. She pulled me closer. "Why do you call that cell your home?" She asked me and I smiled back at her. Proud that I thought I knew the answer. "Because mommy and I live there." I answered and the woman shook her head. "Home is not where you live Little mouse. It's a feeling. When you feel safe and can let go of everything that happened to you that day. You can call your mommy your home, but don't ever call that cell your home again. Do you understand me?" She asked me strictly and I nodded. She then let go of my arm and I walked away.

I'm wondering if one day I'll finally have that feeling. The feeling of coming home. The chief called this apartment our new home. But if he truly believes that, he is lying to himself.

How can this be our new home?

I look over at Zach. He looks outside the car window. He is wearing some worn-out dark denim jeans with black Nikes. Then a basic red shirt and a leather jacket. In his hair, he's put gell or something in it to style it. All of a sudden, the car stops.

"We're here." Mr. Dawson turns to us and points at the building that we're parked in front of.

"Come on, let's see where you two will live for the next few months." He says and steps out of the car. Zach and I also step out and I look at the building. It's white and gives me a modern feeling. The windows are big, as is the door of the entrance.

I grab my bag tightly and walk in together with Zach, Mr. Dawson walking in front of us.

"You will love this building. It is very 21st century and low budget. If you both find a job, you might actually be able to afford to stay here." He says smiling while gesturing all around him. We walk to the lifts and enter one. There are three floors and Mr. Dawson clicks on the second. It's silent for a second until the lift opens again.

"Okay, we're almost there." He says and we just walk for another minute when he stops.

"Here we are. Apartment 217." He looks back at us and shows us two pairs of keys. "one for you, and one for you." He says and gives us both one.

"Who wants to do the honors?" He asks and I look at Zach.

"Ladies first." He says and I slowly walk towards the door to unlock it. When I open it we are greeted by a lot of light.

"Jesus!" I say and blink with my eyes a few times.

"Isn't it great. The windows are big and will provide so much light that you won't need your lamps half of the time." He says and walks in after us. I look around the modern apartment that is fully furnished. "This is all ours?" I ask and turn to Mr. Dawson.

"It belongs to the apartment. As long as you live here it's yours then, yes." He answers and walks to the kitchen that is right in front of the front door. The kitchen shares the room together with the dinner table and the living room. On our left is a hallway with three doors. I assume two are bedrooms and one's the bathroom.

Mr. Dawson lays a little paper book on the counter and starts explaining.

"So as you both know you can live here for three months without having to pay rent. After this you can either move out or start paying the rent, that is up to you guys. The rent is a good $1,200,- a month which is very doable if you have two working people in here. So if you want to stay here after three months, we suggest you start finding a job now. You aren't allowed to have pets here. You aren't allowed to sell any of the furniture or damage it. If you do, you'll have to pay it back. In this little book are all the other house rules, including the number of your landlord. If you both ever lose your keys you can call him or if you have other problems with this apartment in general. So I think that's it. Enjoy your time and new life here. Have a good one." Mr. Dawson says and reaches out to shake both our hands.