roommates

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Chapter One : Mistakes

This isn't your typical cliche love story. He wasn't a bad boy, I didn't change him for the better, and there definitely wasn't love at first sight. Let me give you a little bit of a backstory. I've had the life that lots of people pray and wish for. My parents supported me and I had plenty of friends growing up.

After high school, I drifted from most my friends. I attended Columbia University's creative writing program but dropped out after half a year. I only went to prove to my parents that I could do it. I kept my grades up and I was actually considered a good writer in my class, but college wasn't my thing, so I left.

After that, some stuff happened. I couldn't stay in Rolling Hills anymore. I put all of my savings toward a plane ticket for Canada. I had lived there when I was young, like five or six, but my parents moved me out to California because my dad got a job offer he couldn't refuse.

Anyways, I've wanted to move back ever since. A week after I dropped out, I was on a plane to Vancouver, Canada. My parents didn't agree with my choice, of course, but this was something I had to do and a little disapproval wasn't going to stop me.

When I had landed, I realized my first mistake. My original plan was to go live with Marissa and her sister Kingsley, my best friends since preschool (practically my only friends now), but I had forgotten that they were on a college trip to England. I didn't even tell them I was coming. I had nowhere to go.

Fast forward to now. I'm stuck in the middle of a crowded airport at 8pm with no clue what to do. I grabbed my marine blue suitcase from baggage claim and began to walk to information center. I'll get a hotel room. Just for a few days, before I find some place permanent. I squeezed my way through the crowd scanning for the information center and after a while, I finally found it.

There wasn't a line so I just walked up to the lady and asked my question.

"Hi. Do you know where I can find the nearest and cheapest hotel?"

The lady didn't look up.

"Hello?"

I waited for a few seconds then got impatient. I began to knock on the counter window desperately trying to get her attention.

After a while she finally looked up and barked, "What."

"Hi, I'm looking for a cheap hotel around here?" I asked as politely as possible.

"Do I look like I work here?" she said in a southern-like accent.

"Um, well you're sitting at the information desk."

"Honey, I'm waiting for my boyfriend to finish his shift at the INFORMATION CENTER" she snapped while pointing behind me.

Great, second mistake. I flushed, embarrassed that I had went to the wrong counter.

"Sorry for bothering you."

I looked down while scurrying over to the counter she had pointed at. I didn't even bother to be polite this time I asked. I was so frustrated with everything that had happened today.

"Where can I find the nearest hotel?"

The guy looked up and laughed.

"Rough day?"

"You could say that."

"Make your way all the way to the end of the airport and exit through the doors to the left. You should see a giant sign with neon colored lights that say Springfield Hotel. Good luck."

"Thanks," I said while forcing a smile.

He handed me a brochure for the hotel and I began to make my way to the hotel.