All Alone and Not so Happy about it
Feb 21, 2008 10:47:00 GMT -5
Post by Kristina Sylvia on Feb 21, 2008 10:47:00 GMT -5
She walked down the hallway. She was on the second floor and that wasn't to bad. She would have liked to be on the first floor but she was not about to complain. Kristina looked at the numbers. Her key was held tight in one of her sweaty hands. It wasn't all that bad she would love it here. Or at least that is what she told herself. They told her she didn't have a roomy right now and that kind of made her sad. The people at the desk also reassured her people would go to her room to talk once they found out she was a single.
Kristina stopped in front of room 102. She double checked to see if she had the right number, she did. She took the key and put it in the key hole with her sweaty shaking hands. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was small. Not as small as her room, but small to eventually share, maybe. There was only one bed in there at the moment and one desk. She didn't like all the white. She read the rules before and she remembered that you were allowed to paint but you had to turn the walls back to white at the end of the year. She would more then likely paint. White gave her a headache. The bed looked comfy enough and the closet close to the bed was the one she chose. The desk only had one drawer. That was enough. Her eyes brightened at the bedside table.
Tucking her cell phone in her pocket and the key she placed on the desk she opened one of the suitcases she brought with her. Her mom was slowly coming with the rest. She pulled out some string and braided it. Slipping the key on the string and then the string around her neck she smiled. Any other way she wouldn't lose it or at least not as often.
Her mom came in and she was crying. No surprise there. Kristina rolled her eyes. "Mom stop it." She hugged her and held on tight. "It is going to be OK. I promise I will email and write you when I can." She let go of her mom and stepped back, her hands on her mom's shoulder. "Now straighten up and be the woman I know you are!" Kristina gave her mom a kiss on the cheek. Her mom only gave a tiny nod and walked out of the room.
Kristina sighed. She hated seeing her mom like that, but there was nothing she could do about it. Sighing again she turned to the window and pried it open. She hooked up her radio and put in her favorite CD, the volume on low. With all the things set she began to unpack.
Kristina stopped in front of room 102. She double checked to see if she had the right number, she did. She took the key and put it in the key hole with her sweaty shaking hands. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was small. Not as small as her room, but small to eventually share, maybe. There was only one bed in there at the moment and one desk. She didn't like all the white. She read the rules before and she remembered that you were allowed to paint but you had to turn the walls back to white at the end of the year. She would more then likely paint. White gave her a headache. The bed looked comfy enough and the closet close to the bed was the one she chose. The desk only had one drawer. That was enough. Her eyes brightened at the bedside table.
Tucking her cell phone in her pocket and the key she placed on the desk she opened one of the suitcases she brought with her. Her mom was slowly coming with the rest. She pulled out some string and braided it. Slipping the key on the string and then the string around her neck she smiled. Any other way she wouldn't lose it or at least not as often.
Her mom came in and she was crying. No surprise there. Kristina rolled her eyes. "Mom stop it." She hugged her and held on tight. "It is going to be OK. I promise I will email and write you when I can." She let go of her mom and stepped back, her hands on her mom's shoulder. "Now straighten up and be the woman I know you are!" Kristina gave her mom a kiss on the cheek. Her mom only gave a tiny nod and walked out of the room.
Kristina sighed. She hated seeing her mom like that, but there was nothing she could do about it. Sighing again she turned to the window and pried it open. She hooked up her radio and put in her favorite CD, the volume on low. With all the things set she began to unpack.