"We will be landing in about fifteen minutes, I hope you've enjoyed your flight with us and we hope you have a wonderful stay in Stilwater," The stuartist said over the sound of the movie I wasn't paying much attention to.
I looked out my window and saw too islands connected by several bridges. Stilwater. I was finally here, and almost too happy about it.
I was the first one off the despite the fact I was about three rows from the back. I stepped out of the small aircraft and looked at the city I would now called home. I walked into the small airport building looking around as I went. Waiting for my bags usually bothered me when I would go on other trips (asI am a very impatient person), but I didn't mind waiting at all now. I was free. I was sixteen, but I was free. No one to tell me what to do. No one to stand in my way. When my bag came I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder. I walked out of the building and began strolling down the path that brought me officially into the city.
As I walked into a part of town called Barrio I saw a large piece of land to my left with a single house. It was so extravagant that I hadn't realized my gaze had turned into a creepy stare. A woman, that obviously either worked out too much or was on steroids, bumped me as she walked past.
"Keep walking perra," She said as two men by her side, also wearing red, laughed.
I looked at her and the men, but neither looked back at me. I picked up my bag and continued my stroll. I needed to grow some backbone if I'm going to live by myself. I stopped at a bench and took out my map of Stilwater. It wasn't that complicated so I should be fine. I had to go to Mission Beach. I was talking to woman on the phone before I came here and she said she had a place real cheap for me to stay in. I had heard the Saints Row district was "dirty" but I didn't care, I guess. It was the cheapest place in the city so it would have to do, for now.
I had finally reached my destination and saw that my place was a small, graphitized duplex. I walked up to the door and knocked. A Mexican woman wearing shorts and a purple shirt answered. She looked like she recognized me.
"Danielle... right," she asked pointing at me.
"Yeah, I talked to you about a..."
"About a place to stay, yeah I know, come in," she said walking inside the messy house.
When I slowly walked inside I look into the living room witch came in sight when I got to the staircase. I looked into the living room and saw three other people wearing purple sprawled across the beat up chairs watching a twelve inch TV.
"Over here," the woman called from the kitchen. "Now I know it's small, but your only a teenager so how much space would you need," she continued when I reached her. "I'll try to keep my friends out of here, but who's to know what they're going to do when they're drunk right," she laughed walking down the stairs into the basement, or my "room."
When we got reached the bottom of the staircase and the woman turned on the light. She had a cot set up for me and an old dresser for me. It wasn't that bad, I could fix it up, eventually. I walked over to the bed and laid on it, it was actually comfortable. Well, better than being on an airport bench, where I would've been sleeping if her offer wasn't so low.
"So we agreed on four hundred dollars a month and I'll raise it as we go along," she pointed out, sitting on a beanbag chair. "I'm Chantelle by the way."
"Okay, so when do you want your first payment," I asked, staring at the ceiling.
"Well it's the thirteenth today, so... I'd say maybe the fourteenth next month. Give you a day to settle in,"
I nodded my head in agreement and Chantelle said something else, but I really didn't listen. Chantelle went back up stairs right after that.
When I heard the door close I got up and put my bag on the bed. I took my close out and packed them into the drawers. after I was done that I changed into shorts as I almost died walking all the way over here in jeans. I opened the window and jumped onto my cot again face first. I turned over onto my back after about five minutes. I looked at the ceiling for a while, that eventually got boring so I pulled my laptop out of my bag and turned it on.
I typed "Stilwater" in the search bar, I was going to live here for who knows how long and I hadn't even learned about the place. I read about the election that was currently going on between Marshall Winslow and Alderman Hughes. After reading about both of them I liked Hughes better.
I continued on reading. I learned about the different stores here and some landmarks they had. I even read about a Record Company called Kingdom Come Records they had one really big artist named Aisha. I read about her and got interested so I downloaded her newest album, and I actually really liked it.
I kept reading, and listening to Aisha, about Stilwater. As I scrolled down the page and there was a subtitle that read "Gang Activity." Now that really interested me.
They're was some gang activity in New York, but it was just a bunch of young wannabes walking around in baggy pants carrying bibi guns. It bugged me, but this was on Stilwater's website so these must be some serious gangs.
I clicked on the sub title, but all it read were four bolded, colored names.