As I walked down the long dark hallway, the smell of laundry detergent hung in the air. It was a well known smell because I used to do the laundry with my parents when I was little. Those were the good old days. As I walked past the doors, I read the numbers. 207…208….209… but I wasn’t looking for the apartment, I was on my way somewhere elce after spending the day with my friend, Jessica. We go pretty far back. We weren’t in diapers together or anything, but still a long ways. I stayed at her house after school sometimes because my parents have to work. That’s where I was headed now, to my mom’s car. Finally I reached the end of the hallway and took one more deep breath, inhaling the sweet smells of yesterday.
It was chilly when I got out, well as chilly as Canoga Park can actually get. Here in the valley we think 70o is just above freezing. Southern California is funny like that. We have a tendency to say it’s cold, but we could wear flip-flops all year long. Anyways as I walked to the bus stop to go the empy appatment i somethimes slept at. Im not really sure what happend to the owners but the appartment is fully up to date, with running water and electricity; not to mention it has all the most fashionable furnature. Then somethnig caught my eye, a man.. or the shape of one watcing from behind a big old tree. I really didnt know what to make of this stiuation. It was 6 o'clock in the evening and almost to dark to see, i was on a main street with lots of cars going like 100mph.
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