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Fresh Start

This is actually the second part to Alive. Alive was the prologue and this is the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoy. 



I huffed as the he crisp autumn air seemed to bite at my cheeks as hurried inside my loft. I set my groceries down on the marble counter, and rubbed my hands together. Thank God I decided to turn the heat on before I left. I looked around the small home, boxes still cluttered the place, some empty others full of things.

I sighed and pushed a dainty hand through my hair, I definitely had to finish unpacking.I put the groceries up before making my way into the living room. I sat on the floor as I started pulling things out of box closest to me.The box was filled with old pictures, most of them memorized from looking at them so many times.

I pulled out the photo of my mom squinting at the camera with her mouth twisted into a scowl, he favorite purple sundress was blowing in the wind along with her curls. I could almost hear her telling me to knock it off and be serious for once.

I shook my head with a small smile on my lips and continued to unpack the box before moving on to the others.

By the time I was done with half of the boxes, the sun was no longer visible; instead the moon beamed through my window. The trees rapped on the glass loudly as the wind hadn’t seemed to settle.

Everything was so peaceful until loud footsteps from the floor above and faint music that seemed to get louder.

I stared at my ceiling as it shook gently, I could hear laughter and squeals of excitement, I grabbed my broom and hit the ceiling with the top of but the stomping came back twice as loud.

I definitely wasn’t going to deal with this all night, I grabbed my sneakers and exited my apartment.

My foot tapped impatiently as I waited for the elevator to open, who throws a party on a Sunday night?

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a couple making out, they didn’t even jumped away from each other when the doors opened they seemed to get more lost in each other.

My nose crinkled and my eyes narrowed in disgust at the couple as I stepped into the elevator, not that they would of noticed.

I was only going one floor up and it felt like the longest elevator ride of my life, I was awkwardly looking at everything but the couple next to me.

One of them moaned and I almost tripped over my feet at the sound as the doors opened.

I walked down the hallway following the loud music, before stopping in front of a a green door with the words “4b” across it,

I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer,

“Hey,” said a boy with hair that touched his shoulders, the tips were a dark purple and the rest was jet black. I wrapped my arms around myself as his eyes scanned me up and down. 

Clearing my throat to get his attention I asked, “Do you live in this Apartment?”

"Me? No, but I know the guy that does come on.” He said as he opened the door wider and walked through the crowd of people dancing. I would have envied how easily he squeezed through if I wasn’t focused on meeting the person that decided to the party in the first place. 

As I followed him through the apartment I noticed that it was similar to mine except everything was flipped, whereas my small living room was towards the right side his was on the left. The raven haired boy lead me to the kitchen where a group of guys were laughing loudly and drinking. 

“Harry! Someone’s here for you.” He said over the music to a boy that was sitting on a countertop with a couple guys surrounding him.

A pair of light green eyes locked with my dull brown ones,

I cleared my throat before speaking, or, well almost shouting because of the music, “Do you think you could keep the music down? I live in the apartment under you and I’d like to be able to sleep tonight.” I said confidently.

He looked at me for a moment before laughing, “You’re new here, yeah?” He paused for only a second before continuing, “Right, so you have no idea how things work yet. I’m not turning down my music,” he stated and let out a humorless chuckle.

“I could call the police and file a complaint.” I said my confident demeanor not faltering.

Good one, Why’d I even say I’d call the police? I was mentally slapping myself.

They all laughed and my face felt hot. I took a step back feeling small.

“Oi, if you want go ahead and call the police.” One of the boys said laughing.

“Can’t you just turn the music down a bit? I really need-”

“Hey you can either stay and enjoy the party,” Harry said with a small smirk on his lips, “or leave because you’re really killing my mood.”

I frowned and turned away from the group of boys feeling defeated. I walked as if the floor was fire as I pushed through sweaty bodies again; I heard a few complaints and I mumbled apologies. 

I couldn’t believe someone could be so rude and I thought Americans were bad.I got back on the elevator not accompanied by a kissing couple, thank God, and made it to my apartment furious.

I glanced at the clock on the small microwave above my stove, the green numbers showed that it was almost midnight.

I groaned and pulled off my shoes, the music and loud footsteps could still be heard above me but I tried my best to ignore it as I got ready for bed.

I closed my eyes and pulled the covers over my head but it was no use my body was restless and As I kept replaying what I said in my head I let out a groan and buried my face in my pillow; “I’m the biggest idiot. I could’ve said something witty instead of “I’m going to call the cops.” I thought.

As I closed my eyes I let the possible scenarios play in my head of what I could’ve said and the music faded out as my thoughts became louder.

I’m trying to prove a point to my mom

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