December 15th was when my mom kicked me out. I didn't want to go to college, I wanted to paint and sell my art. She wanted me to become a lawyer. Do you see the problem? She told me that I was wasting my life and I told her to go to hell. I was out of the house two days later.
It was harder than I thought it would be to find a place to live (since I had no idea where to even begin to look), but I managed. I eventually found myself a tiny apartment in an okay looking neighborhood and moved all my stuff in with the help of five of my friends.
Now, I find myself sitting on the concrete floor with a blanket around me; eating hot soup because this apartment's heating system fucking sucks; I'm cold! And I can barely taste the soup anymore, because I already burned my tongue!
I finished watching the latest episode of New Girl, and scraped my spoon against the bottom of my soup bowl to get the last of it. I left my comfortable position on the floor to go take a shower; it had been a long day and i needed the hot water running down my body in order to relax.
As I climbed into bed that night, I dreamed of paintbrushes and eyebrow piercings, cats and easels. Looking back, this was such a peaceful night. I had no idea what was to come.
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Mailbox 31 { Luke Hemmings }
Fanficmail·box /ˈmālˌbäks/ a private box into which mail is delivered In which a girl named Avery, who says sorry way too often, bumps into a boy named Luke who has never apologized to anyone.
