Marty. Shy, 19 year old university student ☑

Marty PoV

I was walking through the creepy alley behind my block heading back home with the bags full of food. Well. Calling it food might be a bit generous. Mostly chips, chocolates and cola, with the special addition of the copious amounts the instant-ramen.

that's right. My first taste of freedom tastes very much like a junk food. I moved out of my home to attend university and found a small apartment for myself (although through my parents connections, friend-of-a-friend kind of things). I was supposed to have a room-mate, but he has not moved in yet, so I'm just using the apartment myself for now.

I arrived at my 30y old housing block - 8 stories tall - and waited for the old junky elevator. Walked past the hall to enter my apartment. "Apartment" might be a bit overstatement, it's really just a single large room with the dorm bed (Landlady said it can be separated if we preferred less space in a room). It had a small kitchen annex and a bathroom with a shower. It also had a small balcony.

Overall the room was recently renovated and looked much better then the rest of the building. Interior consisted basically of bed, futon, two desks with the chairs for studying, and a TV to which I plugged in the game console I brought from home.

Since the weekend was about to start, I was planning to spend it playing games, and leaving house as little as possible.