Climbing up the stairs, the boxes I carried wobbled precariously. Reaching the final step, I breathed a loud sigh of relief.
"Oh hiya Charlie!" Debbie's sudden voice startled me and I had to dance around my feet to avoid dropping the cardboard boxes, holding my possessions from the hospital in them.
"Debbie, hi," I replied, smiling politely.
Debbie was my neighbour, she lived across the narrow corridor from me. Her upbeat personality was adorable and sweet but did annoy me. She had her short blond hair tied up in two ponytails and was wearing a pastel-yellow tracksuit jacket that cut off at her belly button and pink-pastel joggers and trainers.
"Ooh! You're getting your things in then I see!" she exclaimed, pulling the boxes downwards to see their contents.
Snatching them off her quickly, I nodded, "Err, yeah. Thought I'd probably put it off for long enough."
"Haha, fair enough!" she giggled, adding, "I'm having a party tonight, some friends from uni, you wanna come?"
My brain screamed at me to run into my flat and lock the door at even the mention of a party but my desperation to fulfil my bucket list and do something wild goaded me toward it.
"Umm, ok," I mumbled, amazed I had even gotten the words out my mouth.
"Great!" Debbie grinned. "See you about half ten then!"
"Yeah, see you," I smiled, opening my door by its rusted handle and shoving my way through.
But as I closed the door behind me I slid to the floor, what the hell had I been thinking?
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