Chapter 2
By the end of my first week working for Old Man Anders, I had enough to rent an apartment. The apartment was small, but suited me just fine. It had one bedroom, fully furnished with a queen sized bed, desk, and dressers, plus a mirror on the wall. The bedroom had a sliding glass door leading out on to the balcony. The main room had a T.V. couch, a large kitchen, and a door that also lead out to the balcony. The bathroom was actually clean, and even had a tub.
By the looks of things, the old man had put in a good word for me and had gotten the land lady, Martha, to give me the apartment on the top floor, with all the furniture, and a great discount, costing me only $100 a week or $400 a month.
The old man took my rent right out of my check and gave it to Ms. Martha, making sure I never forgot to pay her.
In mid-august I went to the mall and got some new clothes. Since I didn't have a car or motorcycle, I relied on a pair of black rollerblades to get around the city. With my shopping done I dropped my things at my place, and skated to the youth center. I was almost to the door when I ran into someone, ending up on the ground. "I got to learn not to space. Sorry about that."
"That's ok," the guy helped me up. "I haven't seen you before,"
"Probably not, I moved here a few weeks back. Name's Erica Claze." I said, my mind trying to figure out who he looked like.
"I'm Tommy, Tommy Oliver."
I picked my bag, again said I was sorry, and went into the center. Once I was seated I removed my skates and got to work on the papers the school wanted so I could start my sophomore year in a few weeks.
End Chapter 2
