***Author's Note***
This story is written in 1st person point of view. At the start of each chapter, the person who is narrating will be named.
Kate Dougherty
I took a big breath, inhaling the various smokes and smells, before I picked my 50 pound bags up off of the wet and crap-infested sidewalk. I walked up the steps leading to the apartment building's door. I kicked the ancient door open, almost breaking it down. I lugged my bags through the door and across the lobby floor.
Some fat guy was sleeping at the front desk, so I dropped my bags, which was a very bad idea since the floor was coated with rat poop, and tapped his shoulder. He didn't move. I tapped his shoulder a little harder. Still no sign of life. I checked his back for bullet holes, but there weren't any, so he was probably still alive. I sighed as I tapped him once again, unable to wake him up.
'Okay,' I thought to myself 'We'll do this the hard way.' I rolled the sleeves up of my white blouse and brushed my wavy black hair out of my face. I grabbed the remaining hair on the back of his head and pulled his head up so he faced me. "Wake up!" I yelled in his ear. I waited for a reaction, but all that came out of his mouth was drool. I let go and his head dropped on the table.
"Huh? What?" He said in his scruffy voice. He used his hairy arm to wipe the drool from his face.
"Oh. It worked," I mumbled to myself. "Hello, I'm Kate Dougherty. I just moved in and I was wondering if I could have my key." I was trying so hard to be polite while he stared at me with his beady little eyes.
"Harrumph," he growled. He was scowling at me as he reached for the keys. He looked like a rabid hillbilly. He jerked his hand out in front of me, dangling the key in his stubby little fingers.
Disgusted, I used took it between the nails of my forefinger and thumb. I jammed it in my pocket, taking note of the room number. I sighed as I turned around to my bags. I took two in each hand and started dragging them up the old stairs. I almost stopped and walked out there- when I took my first step, about three rats crawled out from underneath.
After making my way up the stairs, I pulled my bags through the hallway until I found my room. I opened the door and dropped my bags. I looked around and smiled. It wasn't that bad.
The floors were paneled with wood. They looked pretty solid, too. None of them were coming off or had any sign of rats and bugs. The walls were painted a soft yellow. Directly in the middle of the back wall was a large rectangular window that had a view of the alley between my apartment building and the one next to it.
Branching out from each side of the room were two short hallways, which were covered with a beige carpet. On the right hallway was the kitchen. On the left was the bedroom and bathroom.
I walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge. It creaked a little when I moved around on it. For my first place to myself, it wasn't bad. The apartment room was pretty homey compared to the rest of the building and city. Maybe I'd enjoy this.
I fell back on the bed, hitting my head against the mattress. I probably hit it hard, because when I did, the mattress fell through the bed frame. I guess I spoke too soon. I sighed and groaned. New York sucks.
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