I was supposed to be an ordinary person, with an ordinary life. I'm not sure what ended that, though. All my life, I've aspired to grow up, meet the love of my life in high school, go to college, get my ideal degree and job, get married, move into the classic white picket fence house, and then have kids. After that, I'd be the happiest person in the world and one day, die peacefully in my sleep. So far, I'm already on the wrong track.
I'm single, and I've only had two boyfriends in the past and those relationships never went anywhere, and I'm living alone in Los Santos, in a college dorm, filled with annoying screechy girls who only want to talk about their hair or how big their new boyfriend's dick is. I don't really give a shit about any of that, I just want to make it through college before I end up killing myself, or everyone around me.
It's not like I have no friends or anything like that. I work a simple job as a bartender at a local bar, and I have a few friends who are in my classes. Others are regulars at the bar, and I'm still in very close contact with my family. I just get fed up with pretty much everyone around me on a daily basis. The people living in Los Santos are some of the worst in the world. There are drug addicts, thieves, rapists, etc., all of which, I don't plan on getting in contact with.
All I know is there's only one more year I have to spend living in this hellhole known as Los Santos. My ideal college was there, but my family wasn't, and I'm not sure how it ever looked like a good idea three years ago. I just can't wait to get out.
Brrrriiing! Brrrrrriiiing!
A loud ringing noise makes me jump out of bed immediately, gasping for breath. My cellphone buzzes lightly on my bedside table, and my right hand fumbles around for it, while I moan and groan about being woken up. My fingers finally curl around the ringing device and I answer the call, bringing the phone up to my ear.
"Mmmff- Hello?" I groggily ask, wiping sleep from my eyes. It was four in the morning on a Saturday, who the hell would even be up now?
"HEY! AMBY!" A screechy feminine voice calls out.
I recognized the voice immediately and my eyes shot open. This girl, Savannah Collins, was my first dorm mate, and she eventually moved out to be with her boyfriend. She was one of the classic sluts, and always came stumbling into our dorm, giggling and smelling of pot and alcohol, at three in the morning on weekdays.
"Uhm, hey, what's up?" I asked, all the while getting more and more annoyed. There was loud talking in the background, and even the high pitched tone of a police siren. No doubt about it, she was at a party and got busted.
"Look, I need your help. Really badly. I didn't know who else to call! I was trying to hang out with a few friends, and it turns out a lot of people were invited, too, so we had a teeny tiny party.. But then I guess it was too loud, so the cops came. You have to help me! Please! Just come pick me up!" She spoke fast, fumbling around with each word, sounding frantic.
I sighed, "Sure. I'll come… It may take me a little bit to get there; I was kind of asleep."
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know who else to ask, I'm sorry!" She rushed again.
"It's no problem. Where's this party at?" I asked, feeling slightly sorry for her.
She told me the address and thanked me a million times, before I finally hung up. I felt so stupid, but I was always the one she came to when she needed help. Even if I have a huge attitude about girls like this, I certainly don't act like it to their faces. I guess I always end up being used by her, as I just can't say no to people.
I sigh and roll out of bed, slipping out of my pajamas and into a plain black v-neck t-shirt with dark blue jeans. I slip my converse on then grab a coat and my keys before walking out the door.
It was dark out, the only lights were from the bright moon and streetlights, and the air was crisp and slightly cold. Four in the morning was not exactly my ideal time to be outside, nonetheless awake. I slip into my shiny silver Volkswagen, and then make my way to the location Savannah described.
*Author's Note!* This is just a rough sketch. I had an idea in my mind as I was playing the game, and looked to see if there were any fan fictions similar. Some were, some weren't. I may end up never finishing this story, or I may end up loving this and updating daily. I'm really not sure, so please bear with me!