It was dark. Dark and cold. I hated it. I waited at the car-rider pick-up for my landlord to come get me from school. He was three hours late, and I was getting worried. He's never been this late before. I had gotten several offers from teachers to take me to my apartment, but I declined their offers and said I would wait. Big mistake. As I paced back and forth, my cellphone suddenly went haywire! It beeped and flashed at me it in various tones and colors. "Huh? But it's under warranty!" I hissed. It then stoped and went back to normal. "Wha-.." I was broken off as screeching tires and a humming car stopped behind me. Then a male voice hollered from it, "Aria! Get in! Something's terribly wrong!" My eyes went wide, and I slipped through the open window of the old Volvo. I saw that the driver was my landlord, Mr. Yamota. He looked like he'd been in a fights and lost. "What's going on?" I asked worriedly. Mr. Yamota was driving at least twenty miles over the speed limit, and one of his eyes was swelling shut, but he didn't answer. He looked freaked out about something.
We arrived at the building complex and rushed to my apartment. When we arrived, the door was broken into two unequal pieces with lying on the floor, and the other half still partly on the hinges. I warily stepped through the doorway and took a look around. I gasped in shock and covered my mouth with both hands. My apartment was in ruins! There was even a small fire in the kitchen! I fell to my knees, crying. Mr. Yamota quickly walkd past me and took out the fire extinguisher out from the cabinit. He quickly extinguished the fire and wiped his forehead with his arm. He walked over to me and placed a hand on my shaking shoulder. "Do you know who did this?" I said quietly, still trembling, but not crying any more. He took a slight intake of air, and said, "Them." Just at hearing that, my head shot up and my eyes blazed with anger. Mr. Yamota backed up slightly, knowing what happened when i got too mad or upset. I stood up, quaking with anger. Out of my fury, I punched the wall, and left a nice fist sized whole in it. Mr. Yamota wrapped his arms soothingly around my shoulders and hugged me close. He knew this was the only way to calm me down and he knew it always made me blush. (wut...he's cute? 3)
When I finally calmed down, he took my hand and bandaged it. His soft eyes rested on me for a bit. He then invited me over to stay for a little while, until my apartment was suitable for human habitation again.
the next chap. will take place four years after this