"Stupid boxes..." I mumbled to myself, slowly struggling my way up the damn stairs. I continued to talking to myself about the idiocy of inanimate objects, as I finally got the last box hauled into my small room. Much different than I was used to. The old room I used to abide in was larger, but at least now I could have my freedom.
"Violet!What did I tell you about getting called in by the police again?" My mom's voice was harsh and sharp against my inner ear. This was the fourth time in my visitation of the inside of the local police station, and this, it seemed, was the last straw for her.
"Answer me, goddammit!" I looked away from her cranberry red face, the veins bulging as she screeched at me. Suddenly my face was hit and forced to the side, the left cheek burning severely. She slapped me again, and this time I glanced up at her face, which was only inches away.
"Out. I want you out, and I want to never see your troublemaking ass again." Those were the last words I heard from my mother, because the next day I was asleep on a train to New York.
It had been two weeks since I arrived in the Big Apple. And honestly I had to say…I hated it. I'm a country girl at heart, and the city with all its noises and constant activity was getting to me. For the first several nights, I crashed under some random bridge, or a tree in varying parks. But finally I had found somewhere to stay on a very limited budget. AND it had running water! Although to say it was in prime real estate would be a definite lie. I was going to be living in a rundown, shambled apartment building directly facing a liquor store. Oh goody.
"Hmm…looks like that'll do it for now!" I twanged in my natural accent as I surveyed the room before me. A clean violet leopard print cotton sheets were thrown over a mattress which lay on a yellow rug. Various other bright colors were strewn about the small room. I had all my plain t-shirts folded in the miniature drawers, and my skinny jeans, nice shirts, and Converse were all in the soapbox sized closet.
"Let's go to the Rite-Aid!" I sang aloud to myself, before realizing that A) I wasn't in my hometown anymore and B) I was alone. And excessive talking to self is probably considered being a slight bit abnormal up here. There's was something that I had wanted to do since I started living. Dye my normal boring blonde hair, into something much different. White. With multicolored streaks all throughout it. I had never dyed my hair before but figured hey, can't be that hard right? I trekked down the three flights of stairs, and had just got outside when I realized I had no idea where anything was. And I didn't know anyone. Shit, I'm screwed.
