Kara Wynters is not rich. But lucky for her, she is a musical prodigy.
By the age of six, she could play more instruments that she could count on both hands. After receiving a scholarship to one of the most elite private school, Kara spent most of...
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"Damn key..." I hear one of the elderly residents of our apartment complex hiss under her breath as I near her. She was standing in front of the wall of mailboxes in the foyer and obviously attempting to unlock one of them.
I walk up behind her and glance at the number, "Ms Whitlock, you're apartment 201."
"Huh?" She asks as she turns around and narrows her eyes at me through her bug-eye glasses. It takes her a few seconds of awkward silence until her face exploded with recognition, "Ah, Kara dear."
"You're trying to unlock the mailbox for apart 405." I explain with a soft smile as I point at the number. I then move my finger so it was pointing at the right box, "This is your box."
"When did they move my box?" She tsks her tongue and shakes her head. I chuckle softly at her as she unlocks the box and pulls out her two envelopes, "You should call Ken and tell him to stop moving my mailbox."
"I sure will, Ms Whitlock." I give her a tight-lipped smile and a nod as she waddles off towards the elevator. She was so tiny and round and I honestly pictured her as a rolling bowling ball for a solid second.
I laugh at my own imagination as I turn to my mailbox and unlock it. I usually collect the mail and dad usually takes out the trash. It was a little routine we had created after the one and only time I took out trash.
I had been frightened by our landlord Ken and ended up smacking him in the head with the full trash bag. I honestly don't know how he hasn't kicked me out of the complex yet. His nickname for me is literally 'that headache from apartment 508'.
While my special nickname for him is 'that lazy son of a bitch'. It's just a little cute thing we have.
Just as I unlock the small metal door, my phone starts ringing from my pocket. I pull it out, answer the call and press the device to my ear.
"Wow, the Sebastian Mercer is calling me. I feel like i just accomplished everything in life." I say sarcastically into the phone. I could literally feel him rolling his eyes at me through the phone.
"You know, you should give up your career as a musician and be a comedian. You are just so funny." He replies in an even more sarcastic tone and I chuckle lightly.
I found myself smiling into the phone, "What do you want, Seb?"
"What are you doing today?" He asks as I cradle the phone between my ear and shoulder, allowing my know free hands to grab the envelopes. I hum in thought as I flick through the envelopes, reading over who they were for and who they were from.
"Uh, I'm babysitting one of my neighbours' kid." I explain as I frown at one of the letters for a dieting ad. Haha, they sent this to the wrong apartment. "Why?"
"I just...I don't want to be at home today." He explains but there was something else behind his tone, "Can I come over?"
"Sure." I explain without a second thought as I tuck the envelopes under my arm and lock up the mailbox, "But I hope you're a fan of animals because we're going to the zoo later."
