City of Weirdos

Ch. 1: A Seemingly Boring Summer

I walk to this crummy apartment building in the worst neighborhood in history.

 "Come on sweetie! It'll be great, your uncle will take good care of you, he's rich." My mother says happily.

If only she knew the truth. And browsed the internet and saw that the pictures of the "apartment" that my uncle sends her. They are fake and in reality, his apartment has only three rooms and its walls are crumbling, the food in the fridge is only takeout, the TV is black and white, the couch is disgusting and there is only one bedroom. The only thing that's good, is that my uncle sleeps on the couch and I am sleeping on the bed. Doesn't my mother ever wonder why he makes me come up the stairs of the apartment building instead of dropping me off at his room and coming inside it?

I groan and glare at my mother. My straight walking turns to a slouch. When we get there, my mother hands me my bag, kisses we on the forehead and tells me to have a good time. Yeah right. Then I walk up the creaky wooden stairs. Thank God I have my laptop and the Starbucks nearby has free WiFi. I scan the room numbers; 410, 411, 412, 413 and so on. Finally, I get to the right door, tucked away in the far end of the rundown hallway; 419. I knock. The rough voice belonging to my uncle answers.

"Who the hell is it? Rico, if it's you, don't worry I'll have the money by the end of the month."

"Uh, it's your niece. Violet Bonnie Anderson... Uncle Allen?" I say cautiously.

The peephole in the door opens slightly and my uncle's gray eyes peek out.

"Come on in Bonnie." His voice announces from behind the door.

It opens and I am greeted again by a crummy room with the wallpaper peeling off the walls and the crappy old lights buzzing cheerfully. The blinds are drawn and McDonalds packages are strewn everywhere, coating some spaces on the floor with a thin layer of grease. I shiver and force a smile.

He is wearing a tank top with grease stains on the stomach and sweat stains near his armpit region. He is still in his boxers that were stained as well, probably from sitting on the already grease stained couch.

"Guess what Bon-Bon!" He says cheerfully, "I updated the menu! Come on in and I'll let you hear it."

I cautiously step inside the room. A hastily written menu is stapled to the wall. I cringe but then force another smile.

"McDonalds on Monday, Burger King on Tuesday, Taco Bell on Wednesday, Chinese on Thursday, McDonalds again on Friday, and on the weekends if you're good during the week, then we'll get Burgerville on the weekends and I might even take you to Wendy's!"

I don't know what my uncle means by "good" but I know that it isn't good.

"So um, who's this Rico guy?" I wondered aloud.

"Some deadbeat that I owe money too. Don't worry about him, he's harmless." 

"I'm going to go unpack now, bye." I inform awkwardly and quickly, going to my new room for three months and closing the door.

"By the way, keep your hocus-pocus to a minimum, don't need more attention than I already have! Damn it, Sharon, why can't it stop" My uncle yells, mumbling the last bit about my mother to hisself. 

I groan. I turn the rickety uncomfortable bed into my bed that I have at home and jump onto it. A crappy old desk becomes a new version of itself, a shitty old closet becomes a shiny new one with beautiful glimmering golden drawers. The old wall becomes a freshly painted purple wall and slowly the room becomes like my one at home. I sigh happily as my posters of Twenty One Pilots appear on the wall. Pictures of me with my best friends fade in on my makeup mirror area. All of my clothing folds itself neatly and my laptop slowly and shakily floats up to my desk, the charger connects to the outlet in the wall. I sigh happily. Now this is home. To be fair, I like my other uncle's place much better. His house is so neat. Plus one time some ding dong ditchers came to his door and he went crazy and screamed "WHEN I FIND YOU I'M GONNA DISASSEMBLE YOUR MOLECULES". That was amazing. And my other aunt and uncle have so many interesting stories to tell. I love the one with the insane demonling that chased them halfway across the country before she got what she wanted and stopped. Beautiful. Just beautiful. I lie back on the bed and close my eyes.

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