Writerwanabe
Want to be a writer but It'll never happen.
Samantha Smithson was excited to finally be home. Sure she had had a great time in the Alaskan summer interning with the Fish and Wildlife services, it had been a blast. But she missed her best friend, deeply. They had called each other once a week if not more, and skyped when Sam had a connection strong enough to do so. She'd learned so much and done so many things, but she was happy to be home. Or almost home, she was still on her way home, but she was so close she could almost smell it.
They had been friends since they were children, going through school, and puberty together. They went to the same college and were room mates in the dorms until they got the apartment together. Sam had taken a plane, or rather several to get to Alaska, and so left her truck with her friend. She'd continued to pay her half of the rent and utilities while away.
At long last the taxi pulled to a stop outside their apartment building and Samantha paid and tipped him well for getting her home quickly and safely. "Thanks man, next time I call a cap I'll request ya." she jumped out of the white and red car with her bag, a old military flap top duffle with patches sewn into its surface.
Not wasting anymore time she sprinted for the stairs and up them, along the outdoor landing and to her door. She pulled her color coded keys out and used the heart shaped house key to use in the door, only the lock wouldn't turn. Confused she stepped back to look at the apartment number thinking maybe in her haste she'd stopped too soon or gone too far. But no, it was the right door, she tried the key again to the same results. She'd not said anything about changing the locks or having moved. Worried now, Samantha knocked on the door.