My Superman

Moving to London

I ran as fast as I could up the concrete steps that ran through the middle of the park that lead to my apartment. My flat mate, aka my best friend would be worried sick about me being out this late.

I could finally see my apartment building after about half an hour’s worth of sprinting so I made it in good time. I wondered what excuse I was going to use this time. The truth was that I had to stay back at university once again because I hadn’t done my studies that I was meant to do, but I told her that so many times before and she still didn’t believe me. She had even called the university to ask them about my late home coming nearly every night, but she just thought that it was all a set up.

Yes. I was the most known girl at my university for pulling pranks on people and setting them up, but this was reality. I knew that if I didn’t study then I would more than likely be kicked out of university for good, which meant that I would not be able to pay off my half of the rent for the apartment.

I looked up from the spec of dirt on the ground I had been staring at while I was thinking about what might happen with my life and dug my hand in my bag, looking for my house card. I finally found it at the bottom of my bag and unlocked the first door to my building. I walked over to the elevator and pressed the button multiple times before the doors clicked open.

I stepped inside them and waited until I reached my floor whilst listening to the awful music that radiated from inside the confined space. My head shot up from my twiddling thumbs as the doors opened once more and I stepped out of the elevators and turned right.

The light in the hallway flickered on and off as I fiddled with my key to unlock my flat’s door. The door swung open and I tiptoed inside trying not to wake the sleeping Sophie on the couch. I breathed out a deep breath and dropped my bag on the floor near a small cabinet by the door.

I walked over to my room and slowly took my jumper off. I threw it on my bed and went straight to my chest of drawers and grabbed out my favourite pair of striped pyjamas. I made my way to the other side of my room and walked into my bathroom. I stripped off and hopped in the shower.

I rinsed the dirt and sweat off of my body from the running and washed my long brown hair. After I had finished I stepped out onto the mat and wrapped a towel around my damp body. I got changed and once I was dry and I shuffled, sleepily back into the main area of my room.

I jumped when I saw Sophie sitting on my bed and she laughed evilly.

“Jesus freaking Christ Soph you nearly killed me,” I cried.

“It’s your own fault,” she replied sarcastically.

“Please believe me Soph, I was actually at Uni tonight,” I said while I yawned.

She rolled her eyes and said, “Whatever you say, it’s not my business to question your whereabouts now is it?”

“No, not really. Shove love,” I said as I crawled into my bed. She sat next to me with a big smile on her face, which was an occasional thing for her.

“Come on spill the beans,” I said as I sat up next to her.

“Well, you know how I entered that competition last month,” I nodded, “I kinda won it and… we’re going to London.” A huge smile became plastered on my face as I stood up with her hands in mine and we bounced up and down on my bed, screaming. We stopped when there was a loud bang on my wall telling us to shut up, from our neighbour.

“When do we leave?” I asked her. Her smile widened, if that was even possible.

“Tomorrow,” she said and we jumped on my bed more.