Brick
I slammed the door as hard as I could. How could my brothers kick me out? Yah I know I never helped pay rent and I didn't have a job, but still we were family. I started walking down the street. What was I going to do? No way was I becoming homeless, but unless some sort of miracle happens I might as well get used to it. I was nothing. Why did I believe Boomer and Butch could take care of me for the rest of my life? I knew it was stupid, but I just kept telling myself everything would be ok. I sat down on a bench. I guess this is it. My new bed until I find somewhere else to stay. I closed my eyes and eventfully fell asleep.
I was awoken by a loud banging coming from across the street. Well if you could call it being awakened, I felt as if I stayed up all night. And anytime I did fall asleep I had that stupid dream again. Why had I been such a jerk when I was little? I sat up and looked at what was making the noise. Construction….. Great, just what I needed. I looked at the building until I noticed a big red sign in the window. Yes, this is perfect I can get a job here, find some cheep apartment, and at least not be a homeless person. Alright now all I have to do is impress the owners.
I decided I needed to find an apartment. How else would I impress the owners? I couldn't just show up and tell them I'm a recently homeless dude. It would be like me showing up with a gun demanding all their money. And right now this shop looked like my only hope. I walked down the street looking for houses for rent. I could pay at least 2 months worth with the money Boomer gave me before I "left" and if I got the job I'd be fine.
I saw a man come out of a building holding a box full of stuff. I could tell it was heavy and he was struggling. I went up to him, "Hey do you need any help?" Without an answer, I grabbed the box and helped him put it into the car. "Thanks, you don't even know how heavy that was. I had to bring it down from the third floor."
"You're welcome. Do you live here?"
"Yah I help the owners keep up with this place."
"By any chance is there an extra room I could maybe rent?"
"Yah, but it's all the way on the fourth floor. All the other rooms have been taken."
"Perfect! You don't even know how much this is going to help me. Wait how much does it cost?"
"It's $300 a month."
"Ok and when can I move in?"
"Anytime just get your stuff and come move in."
"Alright thank you. Again you don't know how much this helps me."
I walked away from my new house. Boomer and Butch could kick me out but they couldn't keep my stuff.
Blossom
I walked to my car. After three days of packing, I was actually selling my house and coming back to Townsville. Somewhere deep down inside of me I was happy, but I knew I couldn't go visit Bubbles and Buttercup. If they knew I could kiss goodbye any chance I had of not seeing him. I had packed everything in my car or in the moving van. After today my new home would be Townsville.
I was finally here and I still couldn't believe it. After swearing to myself to never come back, here I was standing in front of the new store. If you could really call it a store. It looked like a big worn out warehouse that needed a ton of work. Why couldn't I stay back and find someone else to run this place. I mean nothing would go wrong. Besides if anything did Buttercup and Bubbles would get them before any real trouble could start.
I could tell starting this store would probably be even harder than the first one. I mean I know why Mr. Sanders wanted me to come and even though it pained me to be here, it was for the best. I decided it was be a good time to check out my apartment. If I kept holding it off I'd never go. I got back into my car and headed over to 6th street. The apartment was nice and didn't cost a lot; Small but it was perfect for me. Well at least until I find a better home.
Brick
I was coming back from the grocery store when I noticed a big moving van in front of my house. I walked over and noticed a tall red head standing in the doorway, ordering the moving crew around and reading over some paper work. For a second I thought it was Blossom, but then I remembered she didn't live in Townsville. I walked up the stairs, "Excuse me Miss. Could you please move?" she slide over a little without looking up. So much for meeting the new neighbor.
I started walking upstairs and saw that she would be on the third floor. At least that's what it looked like from the hallway. I don't think I'd ever seen so many boxes. I kept of go up. How in the heck is she going to fit everything in her room? Unless the rooms are bigger the closer you get to the ground she was going to have a space issue.
