Tris is there. She made it. To her new home. She starts school tomorrow.

I made it. I turn around, examining the apartment I will now call my home. I made it!

I walk around the house, trying to find a room to "claim." I walk down the hallway and open the first door on the right.

It's the master bedroom and I know my parents won't let me have that one. So I exit, and go to the next room. I open the door in that room and walk in. It's a large room, with one window and a closet. It doesn't seem to bad, but I'm not getting positive vibes in this room.

Without a word, I exit and go to the last bedroom. It's smaller than the other room, but has a bathroom in it? The walls are a light shade of purple, and the closet is big. A window sits right on the wall front of me. I have a view of a field filled with small flowers.

"This room is perfect!" I mumble to myself. I look around the room, already placing furniture I'm going to buy around the room-at least in my head. I start laughing to myself. "Caleb! I'm claiming the purple room!" I yell, towards the living room, still admiring my new room.

I head out to the truck to grab some of the stuff I brought with me. My small black nightstand is the first thing I grab. I sold most of my furniture but I refused to sell this one thing. I bring it into my room, and set it against the back wall. I kneel down and open up the drawer. I take out a two pictures.

One of them is me, when I was six. It was a few weeks before I left. I was in a play, and they took a close up picture of me. I had to sing in front of everyone. I was aching with stage fright! But before I got on stage, Toby hugged me and told me I could do it. I need to stop! I'm going to get hurt. Just like last time.

The other picture is of me and my ex boyfriend Peter. I meant to take it out of the frame a while ago, but I haven't had much time. I place it on the nightstand and use it as a reminder, never trust anyone. They just use you, and break you more. More than I am already.

I walk back out to the car and grab my blankets and pillows, the picture of Toby and I, and my Polaroid. That Polaroid is my favorite. It takes really nice pictures, and it's perfect for me wanting to be a photographer.

Maybe Tobias and I can be friends. That sounds good enough. Maybe we can share memories we have. I doubt I'll have butterflies, I mean, it was just a childhood crush.

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Hey guys! Up top is a REALLY crappy picture of the pictures 😂I made it in like two minutes, clearly.

How do y'all like the story so far.

-laila