It was a cool New York winter, and the trees were barren. Her apartment was a block away still. She had spent most of her time walking thinking about her future as an actress. Her mom had told her that acting 'just wasn't for her'. But when did Lucy ever listen to her?
Judie Maguilicutty was a wise woman. She dropped out of school at the age of twelve to raise her brother and sister after their parents died in a car accident. She bore the years of hard labor at the can factory on her face, with wrinkles that told stories, and gray hair with a background.
"Go to college and do something respectable, like being a doctor."she would constantly say.
Lucy never desired anything more. She never once thought of going to college. Until Today. She had had so many false starts, and had seen so many of her peers give up. But she was still here at 23.
She made her way up the old red brick steps, avoiding the third, because of the giant hole, brought upon by a tree that had fallen one night. The apartment was definately not fancy, but that was why she stayed there. The rent was right.
She opened the green cracked door to find Ms. DeMiller, her landlord, banging on the Nettles' door.
Ms. DeMiller had live in Hollywood since she was 19. She was now 78. Somewhere between her father's death and her husband leaving her for another woman, she had went senile. She had had more false starts than most of Lucy's friends combined, but now, she was just a crazy old bat with a little money and an alcohol problem.
She was only nice to people who payed the rent a day in advance, like Lucy. The Nettles', or Bobby and Janey, never payed their rent unless they had enough left over from filming a commercial or public service ad, and even then, they would usually spend all of that on drugs.
"Hi Ms. DeMiller, how's life?"
She pretended not to hear, and instead continued to beat on the door. Lucy pulled out her key and opened her door, after hearing Ms. DeMiller threaten them with an ax.
Her apartment was actually one the biggest, with two bedrooms (at no extra charge), and two bathrooms (also at no extra charge), and the kitchen was big enough for her, even though she could barely cook toast without singing the edges. So it was true that Ms. DeMiller favored her. She just had a real crappy way of showing it.
She layed her brown sweater down and began to slip into her usual night clothes. She was ready to settle in for the rest of the day.
Judie Maguilicutty was a wise woman. She dropped out of school at the age of twelve to raise her brother and sister after their parents died in a car accident. She bore the years of hard labor at the can factory on her face, with wrinkles that told stories, and gray hair with a background.
"Go to college and do something respectable, like being a doctor."she would constantly say.
Lucy never desired anything more. She never once thought of going to college. Until Today. She had had so many false starts, and had seen so many of her peers give up. But she was still here at 23.
She made her way up the old red brick steps, avoiding the third, because of the giant hole, brought upon by a tree that had fallen one night. The apartment was definately not fancy, but that was why she stayed there. The rent was right.
She opened the green cracked door to find Ms. DeMiller, her landlord, banging on the Nettles' door.
Ms. DeMiller had live in Hollywood since she was 19. She was now 78. Somewhere between her father's death and her husband leaving her for another woman, she had went senile. She had had more false starts than most of Lucy's friends combined, but now, she was just a crazy old bat with a little money and an alcohol problem.
She was only nice to people who payed the rent a day in advance, like Lucy. The Nettles', or Bobby and Janey, never payed their rent unless they had enough left over from filming a commercial or public service ad, and even then, they would usually spend all of that on drugs.
"Hi Ms. DeMiller, how's life?"
She pretended not to hear, and instead continued to beat on the door. Lucy pulled out her key and opened her door, after hearing Ms. DeMiller threaten them with an ax.
Her apartment was actually one the biggest, with two bedrooms (at no extra charge), and two bathrooms (also at no extra charge), and the kitchen was big enough for her, even though she could barely cook toast without singing the edges. So it was true that Ms. DeMiller favored her. She just had a real crappy way of showing it.
She layed her brown sweater down and began to slip into her usual night clothes. She was ready to settle in for the rest of the day.