What the hell am I doing?

New York City.

New York fucking City!

I’m Spencer Carlin… a farm girl from Ohio for god’s sake.

But that still didn’t stop me from coming to NYU for college. After a 3.9 GPA, prom queen crown, one hell of a valedictorian speech and my diploma, I’m here.

And again, New York fucking City; birth to the Yankees, brick oven pizza, Mafia and of course Puff Daddy.

But who doesn’t know that.

So here I am, hair blowing in the wind, three luggages and an apartment just upstairs waiting for me, with two room mates.

Hopefully guys…not that I’m picky.

I entered the building in front of me, which only looks like it holds three apartments.

Oh look an elevator, just fancy.

Yeah right.

I know what you must be thinking.

Who does this girl think she is?

It’s not that I have anything against buildings but growing up in a two story with a back yard and garden isn’t so bad.

Besides…I’m from Ohio.

There’s nothing but houses and horses.

Shit, even the horses had houses.

The elevator stops.

So here I am… third floor.

There’s only one door, hopefully my apartment.

I take out the key that was given to me by the main desk.  

Nice guy actually…total fag though.

As I open the door I think back to my earlier statement.

The houses in Ohio had nothing on this place.

Floor to ceiling windows and spiral stairs…great decorating.

I wonder if there’s anyone here.

“Hello anyone home” I yelled roaming around the first floor. Soft footsteps came from the stairway. A tall and buff guy appeared.

I have to admit…he’s hot.

“Oh sweetie, you finally made it” the guy said smiling like a retard.

Uh-oh!