Beginnings

Samantha
We moved on a Saturday in late August. I hated the place from the moment the U-Haul pulled up. I couldn’t believe how filthy it was; there was graffiti everywhere, even on the steps. At the bottom, they sunk into the ground leaving a quarter step on one side and a half on the other. I imagined they kept going down past the ground all the way to hell.
The nightmare continued when my Mom and I went up to see the apartment. It took up half the second floor but the ...