Bad Memories
Starting New
I hate sappy goodbyes. I hate goodbyes in general. I hate the crying and the hugs. That’s why I avoid them and that’s why I left without a days notice. I couldn’t stand the way people treated me there, they didn’t even know me. Everyone based their opinion of by my families’ reputation. I had to get away from the memories. I wanted to start fresh.
We were arriving in London in 10 minutes. It was about time, being on this train that went from my hometown of Amersham to London in one ride was hell. It sucks, especially when sitting in front of you is an old man with one hell of a loud snore. I tried to distract myself for the remaining time by getting out my information on my new flat. One bedroom and one bathroom, a kitchen connected to the living with a decent amount of space for a breakfast table. That seems perfect, it’s tight and compact. The basics given with the place i was in no rush for a furniture buying extravaganza. I got the bare necessities that I needed which were bed, dresser, table and all that good stuff.What i plan on doing with my leftover money was to find a decent sized television so i don't die from boredom.
The train came to a gliding halt and the doors slide open. People started filing off and going their separate ways. I took a deep breath and followed behind old 'Grandpa Snore'. My flats pattered as i stepped outside the train. I searched through the crowd of people for a sign indicating the direction of the main exit. My eyes found a sign with an arrow pointing towards the main exit. I took the corridor that lead to the exit. Too many people tried to squeeze themselves into this hall I was starting to panic. I pushed open the glass door and a burst of cold air hit me as relief flooded through me. I had just avoided a horrible melt down to which I could thank being claustrophobic for. A shiver went down my spine and I hugged myself trying to muster up any warmth from myself. My method of warming myself failed me so I decided to pull a coat out of my bag that hung over my shoulder. After covering myself in my thick coat I searched for a taxi. Perfect, someone was exiting one. I waited for them to gather their stuff and walk off until I slid in the back. The driver turned back and smiled.
“Where to?” He asked in a raspy voice. I was suddenly engulfed in the smell of smoke; he was definitely a serious smoker. I handed him a piece of paper I had written my new address on earlier. As he took a look at the paper I turned my head and did my best to try and cough internally. He handed the paper back and started the car. I looked out the window and watched the train station fade from my view. We passed small markets, restaurants, and small elegant flats. I saw the street sign of the street we were entering. This was the street in my address. I eagerly looked out the window scoping out the surrounding area. There was a small bookshop that looked like it hadn't been touched in years, a Milkshake City, a restaurant, two coffee shops, a market, and other flats. He stopped in front of a cream building with beautiful masonry and had a black wrought iron gate enclosing it. It was fairly small compared to the flats around it. I smiled at the driver and handed him what I owed. He gave me a toothy smile and waited till i had gotten to the entrance before driving off. I fumbled for my key ring which had the main key and my flat key. I pulled it out and jiggled it in the key hole trying to make it fit. It wouldn’t fit.
“Uh, that’s the wrong key.” Someone chimed in from behind me. I blushed and looked over my shoulder and saw a teen girl decked out in black. Her hazel eyes were darkly outlined with black as well as her lids were covered with black eyeshadow. Her hair was a chocolate brown with red tips and had side bangs. Pitch black skinny jeans clung to her legs and she wore what i assume was a band t shirt.
“Oh,” I stammered and changed keys. It unlocked with a click and I blushed once again. She gave a warm smile which eased my nerves. I let out a sigh and held the door open for her. “I’m Renington,” I gave her my best smile.
“Dont try too much, its making you look like a Barbie,” My smile fell and I bit my lip as my nerves flooded back. “Amelia, but you can call me Lia.” She casually strolled right pass me to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
I slowly followed up the stairs and turned to my right. I passed one door and found mine. The last door to the right. This tiny floor plan will be heaven. The lock opened without hesitation and I pushed the door open. Ah, just how I imagined, small and cozy.
We were arriving in London in 10 minutes. It was about time, being on this train that went from my hometown of Amersham to London in one ride was hell. It sucks, especially when sitting in front of you is an old man with one hell of a loud snore. I tried to distract myself for the remaining time by getting out my information on my new flat. One bedroom and one bathroom, a kitchen connected to the living with a decent amount of space for a breakfast table. That seems perfect, it’s tight and compact. The basics given with the place i was in no rush for a furniture buying extravaganza. I got the bare necessities that I needed which were bed, dresser, table and all that good stuff.What i plan on doing with my leftover money was to find a decent sized television so i don't die from boredom.
The train came to a gliding halt and the doors slide open. People started filing off and going their separate ways. I took a deep breath and followed behind old 'Grandpa Snore'. My flats pattered as i stepped outside the train. I searched through the crowd of people for a sign indicating the direction of the main exit. My eyes found a sign with an arrow pointing towards the main exit. I took the corridor that lead to the exit. Too many people tried to squeeze themselves into this hall I was starting to panic. I pushed open the glass door and a burst of cold air hit me as relief flooded through me. I had just avoided a horrible melt down to which I could thank being claustrophobic for. A shiver went down my spine and I hugged myself trying to muster up any warmth from myself. My method of warming myself failed me so I decided to pull a coat out of my bag that hung over my shoulder. After covering myself in my thick coat I searched for a taxi. Perfect, someone was exiting one. I waited for them to gather their stuff and walk off until I slid in the back. The driver turned back and smiled.
“Where to?” He asked in a raspy voice. I was suddenly engulfed in the smell of smoke; he was definitely a serious smoker. I handed him a piece of paper I had written my new address on earlier. As he took a look at the paper I turned my head and did my best to try and cough internally. He handed the paper back and started the car. I looked out the window and watched the train station fade from my view. We passed small markets, restaurants, and small elegant flats. I saw the street sign of the street we were entering. This was the street in my address. I eagerly looked out the window scoping out the surrounding area. There was a small bookshop that looked like it hadn't been touched in years, a Milkshake City, a restaurant, two coffee shops, a market, and other flats. He stopped in front of a cream building with beautiful masonry and had a black wrought iron gate enclosing it. It was fairly small compared to the flats around it. I smiled at the driver and handed him what I owed. He gave me a toothy smile and waited till i had gotten to the entrance before driving off. I fumbled for my key ring which had the main key and my flat key. I pulled it out and jiggled it in the key hole trying to make it fit. It wouldn’t fit.
“Uh, that’s the wrong key.” Someone chimed in from behind me. I blushed and looked over my shoulder and saw a teen girl decked out in black. Her hazel eyes were darkly outlined with black as well as her lids were covered with black eyeshadow. Her hair was a chocolate brown with red tips and had side bangs. Pitch black skinny jeans clung to her legs and she wore what i assume was a band t shirt.
“Oh,” I stammered and changed keys. It unlocked with a click and I blushed once again. She gave a warm smile which eased my nerves. I let out a sigh and held the door open for her. “I’m Renington,” I gave her my best smile.
“Dont try too much, its making you look like a Barbie,” My smile fell and I bit my lip as my nerves flooded back. “Amelia, but you can call me Lia.” She casually strolled right pass me to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
I slowly followed up the stairs and turned to my right. I passed one door and found mine. The last door to the right. This tiny floor plan will be heaven. The lock opened without hesitation and I pushed the door open. Ah, just how I imagined, small and cozy.
12/11/13