Ours novel Chapter 1

It's a beautiful day outside the birds are singing, the sun is shining, people are happily skipping around. Having places to go to, people to see, miss, love. But that wasn’t the case with me, sad old me whom life hasn’t been easy on. I sat on the floor of my barely standing apartment, looking at the yellow paper, my current nightmare. I'm getting evicted I have three days to leave. But where to go I got nobody I've been alone in this cold world since I was fifteen.

This crappie studio apartment was the only place I called mine, I paid for it, I cleaned it, did the grocery when possible, I even did the hardly there decoration. I looked around at my puke-green second maybe third hand me down the couch, it's also my bed, not the most comfortable thing ever but better than sleeping on the cold hardwood floor. The boxes in the middle to replace a table, my own creation, it was even concealed with a cheap table cloth I got from goodwill.

My kitchen was practically bare except for the fridge that stopped working one week after I moved in, it came with the apartment. I didn't buy much food anyway it’s why I didn’t really mind or care and neither did my landlord. My cabinets weren’t any better, they were also bare except for some lucky charms and some tart.

Due to the lack of an actual closet or drawers or anything to place my clothes in, I had my stuff scattered around the place dirty on the floor, clean on my one and only chair. See I have a system going.

Looking back at my current yellow paper enemy I felt a headache start building behind my eyes, I was going to cry. But crying is a privilege, poor people can't afford it.

I got up went over to my sink and washed my face with cold water, the only water available around here, looking at myself I hardly recognized my own reflection, my once vibrant blue eyes are now dull and sad, I'm sporting some black bags under them, my cheeks are so hollow, my lips are chapped and grey looking. In conclusion, I don't look like death, I am death.

Shaking my head I get out of the door and go hunting my landlord to beg him to keep my home.

I found Mr. Thompson wondering in the building probably looking for some puppies to kick, oh wait he's kicking me out. I plastered my best fake smile I could master and said cheerfully

"Good morning Mr. Thompson"