i. HOME chris schistad [EDITING]

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NOV 28 2015

SCHISTADS' RESIDENTIAL COMPLEX

It had just passed twelve o'clock when a tired Chris arrived with an unconscious Elli at his tall apartment building.

His family was undeniably wealthy, having acquired the sole penthouse in one of the most luxurious and desired apartment complexes in Oslo. It was something he kept relatively quite, although he never tried to hide it, he preferred to keep his personal and home life separate from his social and school life.

As he buzzed into the small, marble lobby, he was immediately met by a doorman who upon seeing him arrive had organised the elevator to deliver the pair to the prestigious thirty-ninth floor.

THE THIRTY-NINTH FLOOR

Chris' arms continued to ache as the elevator opened up to a small, circular room on his apartment floor. The room was white and contained minimal decorations, there was a single door directly in front of where the shiny elevator doors opened to, it was the entrance into Chris' large home.

On the other side of the door was an interior decorators dream, the perfect combination of light blue and white with accents of light wood created a warm yet still classically 'cold modern' look. There was a short hallway that Chris would have to walk down to find himself in a light, open kitchen, dining and living room.

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His mother, Asta -- a gorgeous woman -- sat at the kitchen island. She was reading a magazine and drinking a cup of warm steaming tea (as she did every night before bed), she looked up immediately when she heard her son enter the room.

'I wasn't expecting you back so early, Christoffer,' His mother said, placing down her tea whilst looking intently at the girl her son was holding, 'Who... is that?' Asta stood up and gave her son a kind but purposeful look, 'I told you, Christoffer, I would prefer you not bring girls home in the middle of the night, I like to think I have at least some control over your love life...' The woman trailed off, placing her hand on a perfectly polished bench top.

'It's my friend, Elli, I've spoken about her before,' Chris assured, 'She got really drunk, I think she's been having a bit of a hard time lately, I couldn't drive her home.'

'Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you tomorrow morning then? I'll make breakfast?' His mother asked hesitantly, not quite sure how to react to the unknown situation.

'Yeah,' Chris adjusted the girl in his arms, 'I think that would be good,' And with a curt nod, the boy wandered down the hall to his bedroom.