Author's note: A while ago I quit writing Fan Fiction "forever", so I don't know why I succumbed into writing this one anyway. I hope that if I continue it, the chapters become longer and less disjointed than this. Don't hate! Katelin told me to do this. (Preps stop flaming?)
Jenae was happy, to say the least. Ecstatic probably would have defined her current mood more accurately, in fact. She was heading somewhere she'd never been before, and not just on some overrated holiday; she was flying from Australia to Bristol, England, to go to University. Not only that, her friends Katelin, Danika, Georgia, Zoe, Louise and Hannah were coming with her.
"Have you brought enough food for the trip?" Katelin asked Jenae, clipboard in hand.
"Yes," Jenae answered, snatching Katelin's clipboard off her. "Relax, Katelin. Everything's organised. Just get on the plane and have fun."
"Oh, really?" Katelin asked Jenae, raising her eyebrows and pursing her lips. "Where are our plane tickets then?"
"Right here, I-" Jenae reached into her empty pocket, and finding they were not there, panicked. "I swear I brang them!" she cried, testing every other pocket in her coat for results.
"Brought," Katelin corrected, waving the tickets in front of Jenae's face with triumph. "Everything's organised? Ha! Katelin's organised."
Jenae rolled her eyes in response, grabbing her ticket off Katelin and handing the rest of the group theirs.
Sixteen hours and one flight connection later, the friends were awake and digging into their plane dinner.
"Plane food," Hannah complained, scrunching up her face. "Yuck."
"Are you kidding?" Jenae cried at her, her dinner half eaten already, "plane food is great."
"I still can't believe that you're not in the same boarding house as us, Jenae," Louise said sadly, changing the subject from the awful food.
"It was six to a house, and someone had to opt out."
"But now you're by yourself in a tiny apartment in a shared building!"
It was true that the friends felt bad that Jenae had been pushed out to an apartment by herself, but Jenae only minded a little. She felt sad that she didn't have them, but was sure that she would make new friends soon… right?
"This is goodbye until tomorrow," Zoe sighed at Jenae, her eyes fixed on the front door of Jenae's student apartment building.
"Are you sure that you're alright by yourself?" Georgia reaffirmed with her friend.
"I'm fine, guys, trust me. There's plenty of other students in here and I'll see all of you tomorrow."
Jenae waved her friends goodbye as they piled into the taxi waiting outside of her new apartment building. It was ugly; small windows with muddy sills, old brick painted vomit yellow, along with a cracked front door with peeling paint job to tie it all together. No fancy building lobby with the doorman that would nod at you as he held the beautiful glass doors open on your way in. If that kind of serviced building was a fancy restaurant, this ugly block was a smorgasbord.
"Right, the key," Jenae murmered to herself, rummaging through her purse and pockets to try and find the key to a door which could probably just as easily have been kicked down.
"Oh, no," her tone became desperate as the suspiciously grey weather turned into rain which started to fall onto her. She tucked her long brown hair into her jacket as her search for her key became more frantic.
"It's here, it's here somewhere," she sobbed, emptying the contents of her purse onto the pavement.
"Calm down, Jenae, just call your friends." She calmed her breathing and picked her phone up off the ground, pacing back and forth, punching in the numbers to Danika's mobile.
"Hello?" Danika answered, obviously inside and warm, unlike Jenae. "Jenae? How are you settling in?"
"Well, I-" Jenae answered, before tripping on a rock and falling to the ground. She caught a glimpse of her phone before she saw it fall into the grate to the sewer below her. "No! No! NO! Key? Where are you?"
By now, the rain was pouring down on her and all of her things strewn across the footpath. Jenae collected them and found shelter in the tiny covering of the apartment building's door before frantically knocking on the rickety door.
Finally, the door creaked open and someone was standing there.
"I am not organised," Jenae cried to them.
Author's note: I think that Janaye is very organised and this Fan Fiction is very bad so far.
