Totally (And Completely Irresponsibly!) Awesome - A Starkid Love Story
Hello ladies and gentlemen (I’m assuming mainly ladies but if any males are here to appreciate the supermegafoxyawesomehotness of all the Starkids, then I take my hat off to you :) So anyway, this is my first quibblo story so I hope you enjoy! Feedback and suggestions would be great (although I do have a general idea of where I want this to go), but all comments are welcome none the less!
All my love,
With a final heave, my suitcase landed on the seventh floor landing of my apartment building with a thud. Sweat was dripping from my forehead, and I leant against the grimy wall before slowly sliding down to ground level. One giant sigh later, and with my face now in my hands, I finally began to come to terms with what Iâ€™d done. Run away? That was a bit of an understatement. Flown eleven thousand miles all the way from Australia, on a stupid whim? Yeah..... That was more like it!
Such a sudden jerk back into reality was enough to bring tears streaming down my cheeks. What had I done? My life was perfect, and Iâ€™d woken up one night deciding that that wasnâ€™t enough. Or maybe it was too much. Too much to handle. Too much to commit to. Too much to work to be someone I didnâ€™t even want to be. Iâ€™d laid awake merely two nights earlier pondering my future, realising that it was perfect - with a university offer to study medicine, a supportive family, a loving group of friends and an unshakeable sense of security. My perfect life was all set up for me , but in that one sleepless moment, Iâ€™d realised that being perfect, wasnâ€™t what I wanted. So Iâ€™d leapt out of bed, logged online and booked a seat on a plane, along with the cheapest apartment available, tucked just outside of the hustle and bustle of the city which Iâ€™d longed to visit ever since I was a little girl. Chicago.
So now I was here, sitting on the floor outside of the said apartment in the city that had ruled my dreams for the past eighteen years. In tears, seriously questioning my sanity! I had no plan, no source of income, no one to look out for me or hold me while I cried. I hadnâ€™t even told my family where I was going. Hell, even that I was going! Iâ€™d just packed my bags, grabbed my plane ticket, left a note telling them that I loved them, and walked out the door without saying goodbye or even alerting them to my departure! I was all alone, in an unfamiliar city, in a country I had never visited, with absolutely no idea of where to go next.
I hadn't wanted to be perfect. Now I was far from it.
I had wanted this. But to be perfectly honest, now I'm not so sure.