It had only taken a few years, but Cordelia was finally moving into her own apartment. For a while she had been living in the school, but that had become a hassle. She was a teacher; she didn’t want to live among her students. Even if she was poor, she still had her dignity and she wasn’t about to put that, of all things, on the line. Now that she had enough money, she had decided to rent an apartment. The only catch was that she had some roommate who she didn’t even know. While she would have liked to have had her own place, there wasn’t much she could do when some land lord was barking at her.
She twisted her body slightly to get up the stairs with her two suitcases, having some minor difficulties along the way. Cordelia finally stopped at apartment 14G and reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out the key. The door unlocked and she pushed it open, and then dragged in her suitcases before closing the door. The apartment had come already furnished, but she had a feeling she was going to end up replacing most of the furniture anyway. It looked old, and most of it was extremely ugly.
“Bleh,†Cordelia said, kicking her suitcases away from the door and more toward the center of the room. One of them popped open and her clothes went flying in various directions. Cordelia looked upwards at the ceiling, her shoulders slumped. Why her? She shook her head and leaned over, picking up her things in a slightly lethargic fashion. After climbing a few flights of stairs, she was certainly entitled to be tired.
She twisted her body slightly to get up the stairs with her two suitcases, having some minor difficulties along the way. Cordelia finally stopped at apartment 14G and reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out the key. The door unlocked and she pushed it open, and then dragged in her suitcases before closing the door. The apartment had come already furnished, but she had a feeling she was going to end up replacing most of the furniture anyway. It looked old, and most of it was extremely ugly.
“Bleh,†Cordelia said, kicking her suitcases away from the door and more toward the center of the room. One of them popped open and her clothes went flying in various directions. Cordelia looked upwards at the ceiling, her shoulders slumped. Why her? She shook her head and leaned over, picking up her things in a slightly lethargic fashion. After climbing a few flights of stairs, she was certainly entitled to be tired.