Apartment Happy

Apartment Happy

Hey there, I’m Blue. Not in the emotional sense, Blue is my given name. Apparently, when I came out of mums who ha, my face was so glum that that was the only name deemed appropriate. I just see it that I must have known that this world is going to blow. Anyway, it’s been twenty-nine years since that horrid day, and a lot has gone on. Let me bring you into my present situation.

I live in an apartment building with fourteen other residents. In apartment one, Mr. and Mr. Pryers, a gay couple in their late 40’s lives with their sausage dog, Sal, who always wears a beret. In apartment two lives Han and Lea, with their two children Princess and Jedi, who both I’m sure will be ever so popular in high school. In the third apartment, college students Bingo and Edmond share their living space with an overachieving number of bongs and pipes. In apartment four lives Mr. Cecil Dangerfield, a twenty-two-year-old obese man that likes to listen to porn as loud as possible. In the fifth apartment lives Beccy and her son Kye. She fell pregnant two years ago at the age of fifteen, and in return, her parents kicked her out. In the sixth apartment psychologist, Jerry Levenstein lives with his artist wife Miranda. And in the last apartment lives my cat Max and me. I’m a woman in her late twenties who happens to be an unemployed, clinically depressed ball of a mess. And Max is a charcoal grey cat who followed me home as a kitten and never left.

Welcome to Apartment Happy. A run down looking residential building in downtown Devonport, Tasmania, Australia.

Chapter one

Beep…beep…beep…beep sounds the morning alarm. Blue, tangled up in her bed sheets lets out a sigh. It’s daylight, and the birds are already chirping. What the hell are they so hyped up about? She lays there in her messed up double bed from another sleepless night of tossing and turning, staring out the window through the gaps in the blinds. The sun was shining a gorgeous sherbet orange colour. Her apartment is on the top floor of the two-story building. She’d felt so lucky when she moved in six months ago, because whenever the rain hit the tin roof, or the sunset shone through the tall tree branches, creating dancing shadows on her apartment walls, she felt unmeasurably happy. Blue sits up and leans against her bed head. Next to her lay Max, who is in the middle of grooming his entire body. ‘Morning Mate.’ She runs her finger over his little nose.