Cherry X Joran

Cherry /Joran Teller

Fuck Fuck Fuck

I fucking swore that I had at least $450 stored in my bank account but a pathetic $36 label stared back at me in the ATM machine. I can't fucking believe this. Where would I get an additional $150 when the rent collectors are waiting at my apartment? 

My belly rumbled angrily, but I socked it in before reloading the screen. It still showed $36.

The phone rung and before I even checked the caller ID, I picked up. "I'll carry out a loan, I'll have the money soon," I said as a stuffed my freezing hand into my green bomber jacket. "Just be patient with me, alright?"

"We've had customers like you before, it ain't a big surprise when they run off when the debt becomes too big," the rent collector at the other side said. "We're kicking you out, for your own sake. We already took care of your stuff. Pay the rent for this month or we'll send more trouble."

"Listen here-"

"It looks like you'll be matched with Mr. Teller. You two should get along well since you both don't like paying off debts. I'll email you his address so you can both share a half of his house."

 "You're fucking kidding me. I'm not living with a stranger."

"Things would have looked so much better if you paid your rent on time, right miss?"

The other side hung up on me. Fucking hell with my life!  I smashed my phone to the ground and sunk down to ground level. I was so mad at myself and the stupid situation I got myself into. It wasn't even that far away that I moved away from my dad and I lost my apartment and probably cracked my phone just now.

My stomach rumbled loudly again when I finally rose to my feet after that small breakdown. I found a pathetic stash of a lollipop and a few peppermints in my jacket pocket and I sucked on the small lollipop in attempt to shut up my stomach. The address they emailed me was a whopping 4.1 miles away from here and I had no interest in wasting more money on a taxi.

The air got colder as the sun stopped shining for the day. The street lights turned on when the sky became too dark for me to see the sidewalk in front of me. At one point, a cop stopped me and asked why I was out so late. He took a second look at my dark, bobbed hair and bomber jacket and left after probably assuming I looked too mature and stressed to be some high school student.

The dumbass who owned the place that I was supposed to stay at left the front door unlocked. It wasn't a bad place, honestly. I'd say it covered around three times the size of my apartment.  The owner wasn't around, but I could tell by the jumble of clothes laying around that he wasn't the cleanest. Whatever, I had no intentions of socializing with the other guy anyways. The idea of living with some old hag seemed disgusting. 

A notification on my phone popped up, telling me I had five percent left. Letting out a yawn, I lost the motivation to stay up longer to ponder my life. I trudged upstairs and found a darkly lit room. It was empty besides a Twin XL sized bed, some cabinets to the side, and my suitcase. 

  We already took care of your stuff. Pay the rent for this month or we'll send more trouble.

Their voice rung in my head. I rolled my head slowly back while letting out a large sigh. They managed to pack a decent amount of my belongings, my charger, books, clothes, laptop...

I suppose they assumed that my fridge didn't count as my belonging. Or my toiletries..

Whatever... I'll call them about it in the morning.