A few days passed before anything had happened. When I got home from 128 Maple, Mrs. Piscitelli was gone, and my parents asked a few questions, which I answered vaguely.

Today was Tuesday, the day after the meeting, and at around five pm, I got an email notification from Starbucks. I got the job, and that I can start by Thursday. The hours were decent and it paid $12 an hour (thank goodness my state had a decent minimum wage). I smiled, but I decided not to respond.

On Thursday, I got two emails at the same time. One from the Plainview Public Library, saying I can start on Monday, with $14 an hour, and one from the Plainview Inn, saying I can start tomorrow with $13 an hour. I was in the sitting room watching Downton Abbey and I gave a small fist pump.

"Oh, what's going on?" Asked my father with a cheerful smile.

"Uh, nothing, I'm just going to stay with Michelle for a while," I said with a shrug trying to sound casual. I was staring at my phone, trying to type a professional sounding email to the Plainview Public Library. Michelle Larson has been my best friend since middle school, we did choir together in seventh until she decided to start ballet, but we stayed best friends throughout school.

When I went upstairs to my room, I sent the email to Mr. Rosenthal, who I assumed was the head librarian, or in charge of it, or something.

Dear Mr. Rosenthal,

I am glad to inform you that I will be taking the position of assistant librarian on Monday at 9 o'clock.

Sincerely,

Abigail Owen

I breathed a sigh of relief, not only did I have a job, but I could finally move out. Then, I looked at my duffel bag, which I unpacked a few things out of. I looked at the scattered clothing everywhere and proceeded to stuff it all back into my duffel bag. Once all of my clothes and essentials were packed, I rolled up my diploma, packed my photo of Olivia, Gwinda, and Lisa, my tap shoes, my songwriting journal, my computer, and my cough drops. I ended up using two duffels instead. Then, I decided to text Michelle.

Me: hey Michelle, if anyone asks i am living with you now, if i show up unexpected at your house just please let me in

mt. Michelllllle: Omg, Abigail, your back!

mt. Michelllllle: Yeah, sure, anything for you. Whats going on?

Me: i found a roommate in a house with good rent, and i got a job. i just dont want my parents to get all nosy about it

mt. Michelllllle: Ofc, good luck!

Me: thx!

That was easy, almost too easy. I had a job starting soon, a new house, my bags packed, and ready to go. I'm very lucky. Then, I looked at the time, I had enough to make it to Rodrick's place before it got too late. I grabbed my two stuffed duffel bags and began to walk downstairs. When I walked through the kitchen I saw that my parents were eating their dinner in the dining room.

"Abigail where are you going?" My mother asked.

"I'm moving in with Michelle," I said.

"Woah, Woah, you are just leaving us. Just like that?" My father exclaimed, with his cheerful expressions and mannerisms shining through.

"Yeah," I said with little emotion and a slight move in my head. "Bye," I said. I saw my car in the driveway. My parents were shocked, but I am an adult. However, it wasn't long until I was driving away from my house, trying to find Maple Street, which was only twenty minutes away.

The time is currently 6:28 pm, and I am sitting in the driver's seat of my car, turning off Madame Butterfly, with my two overstuffed duffel bags next to me. I looked at the house for a small moment. The lights were on inside the place, but the curtains, which were kind of ugly might I add, were closed. I don't know why but I was nervous.

With my two giant duffel bags in hand, I stepped out of my car and began to walk up towards the dark brown door that had the number 128 next to it. When I was only a few feet away from the doorbell, I heard the sound of the door unlocking.

"Hey, Owen, you made it!" Exclaimed Rodrick. "You got a job didn't you."

"Yep, assistant librarian at the Plainview Public Library. I start Monday." I said with some pride. I showed him the email I received for proof. Then he began to laugh as he looked at it. "What's so funny?" I asked slightly annoyed at him.

"Nerd." He said chuckling before turning around to go back inside. I rolled my eyes with a small grin and followed him inside. "Uh, that's my room." He said pointing a drumstick to the blank wall on the left side of the hallway. "Your's is right there, it already has some furniture." He pointed to the right side of the hallway.

"I'll go unpack," I said. I walked a few feet before turning back to him. "Thanks, by the way, Rodrick."

"No problem, Abigail." He said. I smiled, turned around, and began to walk down the poorly lit hallway. I stopped when I reached the door on the right side of the hallway. I dropped one of my bags, opened the door, picked it back up again, and proceeded to walk into the room. It did have some furniture. Against the right wall was an old bed with an old, cheap-looking mattress, and on the left side of the wall was a dresser. That was it, but it was enough and I proceeded to unpack.

I stuffed all of my clothes in random drawers on the dresser. My diploma, photograph, cough drops, and journal found a nice place on the top of the dresser, and I slid my tap shoes under my bed. Finally, I took out the pair of white sheets and blanket I owned and fitted them over the mattress. Good thing it matched sizes.

Then there was a loud sound that came out of nowhere, and it startled me quite a bit. I leaped back and listened. It was the sound of drumming, not just drumming but heavy metal drumming, like rock and roll drumming. Ah, right Löded Diper, I thought. I listened a little closer and it wasn't half bad, a little crazy and unorganized, but not bad. I played the piano, and a little electric guitar myself.

Then I found my toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, hairbrush, and a few other things all in a nice little bag in my duffle. I remembered there was a bathroom at the end of the hallway. I took the small bag and opened the hallway door. The drumming grew a little louder and I began to walk towards Rodrick's room. I knocked on the door. The drumming stopped, I heard footsteps, and a few seconds later Rodrick opened the door, drumsticks in hand.

"Uh, Rodrick, is there enough room in the bathroom for my stuff?" I asked. Rodrick was just staring at me blankly.

"Sure there are two sinks, and I moved all of my stuff over to the left side." He said with a nod as he began to twirl one of the sticks.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," Rodrick said quickly before closing the door. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of two drumsticks clashing together and the drumming continued. This will be interesting, I thought to myself. When I made it to the bathroom, I found the sink on the right side of the bathroom and organized all of my stuff.

Well, here I am in my new home. All of my stuff was unpacked, my roommate is very loud, but I don't get distracted easily, and I just have to wait and see what the future holds. When I made it back to my room, I decided to take my songwriting journal and write down some lyrics that popped into my brain. I was lying on my stomach on my bed. It was almost seven, I was just a little bit tired and even more hungry.