Chapter 1 - A dream

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Have you ever had a dream you wanted to achieve so badly that you were ready to go against your own family to reach it?

I have and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

I parked my car in front of the run-down building towering above my head. It didn't look like much from the outside and sure wasn't in the safest neighborhood, but this would be my home for the coming year. That is if everything went well. No matter how I looked at it, my excitement never faltered. This was the start of my journey.

I had chosen this place specifically because it was close to the stadium I was trying out for and was in a cheaper neighborhood which was all I could afford at this point.

I pushed my car door open and walked to the trunk, popping it open. I looked at each bag, box, and suitcase. I stood there for a moment, mentally planning how I could combine items to avoid having to go up and down the stairs too many times. Satisfied, I grabbed the first box and hooked one of the lighter bags around each elbow. Damn this was heavy!

Walking towards the door, I felt relieved when I saw someone opening it in front of me.

"Hey!" I greeted politely just as he opened the door. He didn't bother answering me and simply walked in, releasing the door behind him, making it slam against the hands that were carrying the box.

"Jackass," I mumbled under my breath. Deep breath Kathanya, this is a good day remember, this is the start of everything you worked so hard for. With another cleansing breath, I pushed the remaining of the door open with my foot. I mean, I know we're strangers but isn't it common practice to at least hold the door for someone carrying so many things? It's not like I was asking for him to take anything. Seriously what an ass! I fumed internally, clearly, this deep breath mediation bullshit wasn't working for me.

Turning my back to the door, I pushed it open further until I was able to twist my body inside. My eyes landed on the next challenge. There was no elevator in this building. That was expected for the price I was paying but it still sucked. My apartment was on the second floor. Two flights of stairs. How hard can it be?

After my second round, I was starting to realize just how hard it was to carry heavy objects up two flights of stairs. I was sweating like a pig and breathing like a fish out of water. I know, a clear definition of sexy I'm a right? Only five more rounds. I groaned internally.

As I carried one of my larger suitcases up the stairs to my apartment, I heard a rustling noise and looked beyond my suitcase just in time to see the same man I had seen earlier exiting the apartment next to mine. He was carrying a large duffle bag and rushed down the stairs. He barely acknowledged my presence when he shouldered me on his way down, nearly making me lose my footing. That would have been a painful fall, I cringed at the thought.

"Asshole!" I shouted this time as his back disappeared past the door. What was wrong with this guy?! Not only was he rude, but he was clearly a danger to society. I mean what the hell!? I was so pissed off my adrenaline made the suitcase I was carrying as light as feather. I stomped to my apartment, slamming my door for good measure.

After another half hour, all my belongings were finally in my apartment, each in their correct room. All of my boxes had been labeled according to where I would need to place them in the apartment. After closing the door, I let myself fall onto the couch. My arms were sore, and I swear I would yell at someone if I had to lift even just one more. I don't care if it was a feather-light backpack. The answer was 'Hell no!'.

I could already hear my mother's voice in my head telling me 'Well if you didn't have so many things you wouldn't be tired'. I know, believe me I know, but can't a girl just vent for a bit?

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