WELCOME TO MARRISTON

CHAPTER 1: MOVING IN

I had just taken the rest of my items out of the U-HAUL truck and now moving them inside. I waved the driver goodbye and shut the door, and laid against the wall. Moving these things aren't easy, y'know? After catching my breath, I clicked on the light switch, which illuminated the room I just moved my stuff into.

The walls are painted a light yellow, like my underbelly scale tone. The ceiling is white with a stipple brush pattern, and the floor is a nice blue-red mix carpet which felt nice between my toes.

"Time for step 2." I said in my head as I started to "unpack" the first box. It is a black leather, 3 cushioned sofa with a nice feel to it. I ripped down the box, put the packing peanuts inside a garbage bag, and pushed the sofa to a place I felt was nice. I immediately collapsed onto it, my muscles felt sore from the work earlier. "If you fell asleep, your muscles will hurt a lot more." I convinced myself. I got up and "unpacked" the other boxes. I put the boxes where I planned on putting them later on, so I don't go rummaging through a lot of boxes just to find what I need.

The living room is what I imagined it would be. The sofa on the wall, coffee table in the middle, and the TV on the opposing wall. The TV was sitting on another table, which I decked out with all of my gaming consoles. I'm still proud of it.

Now onto the kitchen. It already has counters, ovens, etc so I don't have to do the extra laborious work. Heck, it even had an island. I already unpacked the little things, so just I need to set them up. Plates there, bowls there, silverware in here, and the herbs and spices in here! Done.

Now for the larger things. I got the microwave, toaster, and blender near the far corner and the dining set-up near where you enter. I was stunned by all the work I've done because I consider myself more "procrastic" than most. I checked out the window and the sun was setting. It was 1 am when I started! where did those hours go? Eh, whatever. I haven't packed my bed yet, so I'll just sleep on the couch. I slept like a rock that night.

I woke up to a dry mouth, stiff back, and murder in my eyes. Typical of me. As I felt the limbs of my body waking up, I got off the couch and stretched my back, the satisfying pop made me feel a little bit better.

I went to the fridge to get a drink, but surprise, surprise; there was nothing in there. And since I didn't have a vehicle yet, I had to walk. I opened the front door and was met with a soft sky, dew-drenched grass, and a blast of the cold morning air. My foot flinched when it met with the cold concrete, but alas.

I made it to a convenience store just fine. The walk had a nice, serene feel to it. I opened the door to an average convenience store. Bells to notify the cashier on the door, Drink fridges in the back, and shelves stocked with various items everywhere else. The only weird thing is that there is a door behind the counter that said: "Employees Only". Usually, stocking rooms are near where the bathrooms are from where I'm from.

I went to the back and picked up a Starbucks bottle, and grabbed a small bag of potato chips. I set my things on the counter and dinged the bell. It took a few seconds before the cashier came out of the door.

The cashier a normal looking Krokorok, maybe in this 20's. He was wearing a sleeveless black leather hoodie, tight-fitting blue denim jeans, and a name tag that read "Sven". He has a slim build, and a pair of emerald green irises.

"Hello, there. Is this what you want?" he says, as he looks to my items.

I nod slightly. He nods in agreement and begins to ring them up.

"So, how was your day?" He says.

"Alright. I just woke up, but eh."

He looks at me in what seems to be astonishment. I tilt my head in confusion.

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't expecting your voice to sound that deep." He says.

"Uh, thanks." I say. He finishes ringing them up.

"Ok, your total is $3.49." "Alright." I say as I give him the money. I take my items and wave goodbye to him as I walk out the door.

I was a little flustered by the encounter, so I walked a little bit faster home. I got back home, put my items on the table, and sighed as a fell onto the couch. These things happen, but it still makes me embarrassed.

I sipped some of the coffee and got to work again. It was 7 PM when I was done putting the garbage bags near the recycle bin. I hadn't realized I hadn't checked my mailbox until I looked at. I opened it. Inside, there were 3 envelopes on there. I took them and went inside. I opened them up, and they were greeting cards from the neighbors. They had noticed me working on the house, and decided to give me cards instead of interrupting me, and welcomed me.

I grinned because I would have the good type of neighbors. The old neighbors I had would scream and throw random items at my house. I left the notes there and went to the bedroom, where I promptly threw myself down on the bed and napped at a good day's work.

WELCOME TO MARRISTON

CHAPTER 1 - END