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Chapter One:

Walking up the stairs into my decrepit apartment was one of the most depressing experiences I had to go through each and every day. My apartment building was dingy, dirty, rusted, the wallpaper was peeling, and the stairs squeaked. Everyday I had to drag myself up those god-awful stairs, take out my keys, and walk into my tiny one-roomed apartment. I had tried to brighten the place up a bit by getting somewhat cheerful furniture, but there was no hiding that ugly rug, nor that disgusting brown stain on the back wall. I don’t even want to know what that is.
Yet, surprisingly, this was not made my life so depressing. Everything was so depressing because I knew that it would never get better than this. That my prince charming would never come for me and take me away to his brilliant white castle. That there would be no happily-ever-after for me.
I sighed, putting the keys on the table by the door, and hung my jacket on the hook by the window. I flopped down on my bed which doubled as the living room couch and took off my boots. I lay back on the bed, my head hitting the one pillow, and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget my day. Here I was, a 29-year-old woman, living in a crappy apartment in New York City, working at a meaningless job in a cubicle all day long, giving meaningless reports to my bosses so they could tell their bosses that the company was running just fine. And here I thought I was going to be an artist. I snorted out loud.
“So much for dreams.” I muttered. I didn’t even have a boyfriend. 29 years old, working in a cubicle, boyfriend-less, and depressed. How perfect.
I hadn’t realized I had fallen asleep until I was woken up by the telephone ringing. I sat up suddenly, looking around for the phone, then realizing that it was on the side table, just as it always was. I stood up from my bed, muttering curses to whoever was calling, and tottered over to the side table to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” I asked, sincerely hoping it was a telemarketer so I could cuss them out.
“Hey hey, Melinda! Guess who!” came a shrill voice from the other end of the line. I flinched and grimaced. That person on the phone was my “friend,” Janet, who ridiculously thought that we needed more girl bonding time, and dragged me to some mindless event at least once a week. I put on a fake smile to make my voice sound peppier.
“Hey, Janet! What’s up?” I frowned at how preppy my voice sounded.
“Oh. My God! A band is coming to town tonight and we should just totally see them!” I internally groaned. Not those frickin scene-jockey emo wannabe bands who couldn’t accept the fact that they were just like everyone else and no amount of sad words could ever change that, I don’t see why they have to push all of their stupid angst on the rest of us…
Muttering to myself inside of my head, I gave a cheerful reply of, “Sure, Jan! That’s sounds fun!”
“Great, Mel! I’ve already got the ticket, ‘cause I was sure you would want to go. Isn’t that just great?! Oh, we’ll have to get there real early, though, so we can get into a good position. It’s standing room only, you know. Oh, it would be awesome if we got in front! Oh, but we’ll be right by the mosh pit. Hmmm. Oh well! We can handle the mosh pit, right?”
“Sure,” I said, completely unaware of what I had just agreed to, because I had been tuning her out.
“Okay, Jan. Um, just come by my apartment whenever, okay?”
“Um, I think not! Not to your apartment!” she gave a laugh that made me want to smack her. “Why don’t you come over to my apartment? Then we could get you all ready for the show.”
“Okay, Janet. I’ll catch a cab over there.” Without saying goodbye, I hung up the phone and looked over at the digital alarm clock by my bed. 4:45. I should get going. With a sigh, I picked up my jacket from the hook, picked up my keys, locked the front door, and headed off to a place where I really didn’t want to be.

I feel so unloved... emo

Thanks! I'm working on chapter two, and guess what! I know how this story will end! yay, i'm so happy. Plus, this is the first fanfic i'm writing that doesn't mention gwen or stacy! I'm so proud of me.

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ha ha. Well, no, I can't really taunt right now, 'cause I have a four-page research paper due tomorrow. >.< thank God it's only the rough draft, though.

"how world war one affected the United states of America." I came up with it myself; we were supposed to think of a topic and then research it...the worst part is that it was assigned WEEKS ago, and I'm just now doing it. V.V I'm such a loser.

XD yup. procrastinators unite!...tomorrow.