oh, haunt me.
I’m finally free. I’m finally buying my own place, getting out of my parent house and moving on with my life. This place is cheap too. For some odd reason, the previous owner was glad to be rid of his two bedroom flat. Life is good. I have a job at the local shop and go, I even got my own name tag, big white letters on a red name tag, Lucia! I opened up the living room window and stuck my head out breathing in the polluted air of sweet New York, New York. But my peace was broken by the voice of my grubby neighbor. “Great another jumper.” The words almost seemed nice in comparison to his bitter look.
I watched him as the water began pouring out of his herb box like an over filled glass. “Great,” I replied, “another plant killer.” I pulled my head back into my window as I swiftly closed out. I looked at my wrist expecting to see the time, but my clock was not there. Last day in Wyoming, my brother broke it. I grumbled still mad at him. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes calming my self. “I guess it’s time to start unpacking!”