When she first entered the apartment Aria was filled with an immense feeling of liberty. It was true that she didn't had a lot of things and that the next year would probably be really hard, but she was finally away from everything that happened back in her hometown.
She glanced around the room and sighed. It was a small apartment, one room plus a bathroom, but it was all she could afford because the rest of her economies had went into her university fees. The room was dark and really dusty. The paint on the walls was chipped, the kitchen was composed of a tiny oven with a refrigerator like the ones used in camping and some shelves to put dishes ( two plates, two bowls, four coffee mugs, two forks, two spoons, two knives) , a pot and a pan, which had clearly been used several times. She went to switch on the single lamp of the room and it was finally lighted. She spotted the bed in a corner of the room which was in fact only a mattress. She went to inspect the bathroom and found a dirty shower and a rusty sink.
After having seen all there was to see, Aria sat on one of the two chairs surrounding the tiniest table she had ever seen and took a sheet of paper in her handbag along with a pen. She started making a list of all the things there was to do: clean the whole house with powerful products, buy sheets for the bed, paint the walls, buy something to cover the only window (curtains or blinds), clean the fridge, immaculate the dishes, etc. There was no doubt that she had a lot of things to do and she would need more money, money that she didn't have for the moment. Because of that, she put at the top of her list: Find a job, any job.
When she was finished with her list. Aria put everything away and remained observing the room. Then it hit her, she was alone, completely alone. She was free of her past but she was alone. At this thought, Aria started sobbing horribly. Why? Why was her life so complicated? She was so exhausted. She cried herself to sleep.
She woke up when a car honked horribly at six in the morning. She had slept all the night on the kitchen chair and she was paying for it. All her body felt stiff. She slowly stood up and rubbed her eyes.
It was the tenth of august, she still had eleven days before the beginning of her class at New-York University. And she needed to do a lot of things! But first of all, that morning, she absolutely needed to find a job.
She looked at herself in the dusty mirror of the bathroom. She couldn't see herself clearly, but she could see that she had an awful look. She went to look into her bag to choose an outfit suitable enough to find a job. She hadn't a lot of clothes but she found a pair of dark jeans and a white blouse, that would make it. She put on a pair of black flats and brushed her hair before putting it in a pony tail. She wanted to put make-up, to hide her puffy eyes and the dark circles under her eyes, but she didn't have any. "Well" she thought, "This will have to do the trick!"
She then left her apartment, locking the door behind her.