Roommates

Prologue - SHE'S A GUY?!

•Sarah's POV• 

"You need a roommate... Or roommates. I can't help you with your rent anymore sweetie."

My mom said softly while she fidgeted awkwardly sitting on my brand new white leather living room couch.

"I don't understand..."

I spoke softly putting down my Jane Austin book, on the clear glass table in the middle of the room.

I stared at her intensely. This confuses me deeply. I was living at home until last year when I got a job, a part time job at a book writing company. I saved up every penny and moved out of my parents house so I could attend my regular classes at WWA in California.

Right after I moved here my father passed away in his sleep... He passed at the age 60. Things were tough as my mom wasn't a doctor like my father. We slowly lost more money.

"Since your fathers death..." She then let out a small sob. "We've been losing money, and I've been cutting a lot of things from the budget... And I can't help you with your rent. I think it best to get a roommate or two?"

A roommate? I'm a very big introvert. I don't talk to many people... How am I supposed to get a roommate? Or two?

"How?"
I asked quirking a brow.

"Well, you could put something on the school's website... Put an ad out there? Tell friends? Really anything darling."
I nodded.
"Well... I hate to leave all of a sudden... But I have to meet your uncle Richard at Gina's... Don't even ask why, I don't know."

That made me smile a bit, our uncle took my dads death pretty hard... But he's only 30, so They didn't know each other extremely well. He's 100% a goofball though. He turns his sorrow into laughs.

She stood up waiting at the door for me to escort her out.

"Okay, bye mom."

I said softly standing up and walking toward door, pulling my gray wrap tighter around me.

She hugged me tight while I patted her back awkwardly. I don't even like my mom touching me... How am I gonna handle roommates?

<next day at school>

This better work... Without attracting creepers. If I get murdered, kidnapped, or raped I swear I'll kill my mom... Or haunt her...

Taking a deep breath I pull out a pink flyer with my name and number on it several times. Stapling it to a couple inside boards and now the outside one.

Turing around to see some people already looking at the the flyer made me feel some hope to continue living in my apartment. This might be easier then I thought.

I waved nervously then scurried to my car.

<the next week>

Yesterday I did a full day of roommate interviews for the apartment and I wanted to live with none of them.

So I'm hoping today goes better. Never in my life do I want to talk to this many people again. It's terrifying.

A silent knock on the door sounded.

That must be the next one... Deep breath Sarah...