(We can start)
~Scαяℓɛтт~
I stepped out of the taxi car that had brought me, handing the driver some cash for the ride. He sped off, as if he knew of my parents plan and wanted nothing to do with it. So far, I only knew that there would be some other people about my age living with me. Being with complete strangers is going to be hard. I looked up at the store shop I had been to before, it quiet and seeming to be deserted. It's just after closing hour. There was only a small light on in the back room as I followed it, the door slamming shut behind me.
There I see Greg Anderson, the shop owner, and his wife. They are the only ones, besides our parents who knew of the plan. Without saying a word, they led me upstairs to a room with the word 'Office' written on it. We walked in, there being a large mahogany desk and three chairs surrounding it in the middle of the room, along with a few bookcases, a very large safe, and filing cabinets. We walked over to the large black safe, and enters in a few numbers on the number pad. We step back, and see a small, gloden key, surrounded by some money of course; I take it in my hands. We walk over to the bookcase now, a large number of books with no general subject. I push some of the books aside, some hair falling in front of my face, and see the lock to which the key belongs to. Sticking it in the hole, I turn the key until I hear a click, and the bookcase moves to the left, showing us a hallway filled with doors to other rooms and such.
I feel like Anne Frank,I think as I walk inside; Greg following me as I hand him the key. To the left, there is a small living room that is connected to the eat in kitchen. There is only two couches, a TV, a radio, and a coffee table dressing the emptiness. In the kitchen, a stove, microwave, small fridge, and toster. The table seems large enough. I walk out, seeing enough, and back to the dim lit hallway. "Choose a bedroom," Greg says to me. I don't really care, so I just find a room and out my things down. All the rooms are a little different, by mine is small with only a bed, small nightstand, and a dresser. There is a small window, but that wears long curtains that let no light in. I turn on the desk lamp, lighting up part of my bedroom. I hadn't noticed it, but there what seems to be like a staircase next to the opposite wall. It leads up to the very top part of the attic. Sighing, I sit down on my bed and try to comprehend what is happening to me.