when i get home [open]

[Peter Bishop]

Chase dragged her feet as she walked up the stairs in her apartment complex. It had been the most annoying day at the high school she has had in a while. Some dumb ass kid decided to shoot a spitball at her. So, she might have slapped him. But, the kid was asking for it. What type of kid would actually shoot a spitball at a teacher? A dumb, trouble maker. And that student is definantly a dumb, trouble maker.

She held her bag tightly in her left hand, and had her keys to her apartment in the other. Chase threw her bag at her door, once she reached the floor in which her apartment was on and stumbled to go and pick it up. She pushed the key into the lock and pushed hard against the door. It didn't budge. "What the fuck?" She questioned to herself, not really to loud. Chase pushed again, but it still didn't move.

Chase moved her bag out of the way and took a few steps backward. She threw herself at the door, shoulder first. Chase was not the weakest of women, but she wasn't the strongest either. The door still didn't budge. She stared at it for a few moments and kicked it. And, you guessed it, door didn't move at all. "Goddamn! Why me?" Chase growled.

Not knowing what else to do, she sat up against her door, with her bag beside her. All she wanted to do was go inside, but no, of course this shit had to happen to her. "God...I really need a drink."