I chuckled, “It's seven am. The estate sale starts in an hour and a half.”
I heard her murmur, “Go away.”
I sighed, then I said, “You promised you would go with me.”
She whined, “Sweetie, I didn’t get in until four am.”
I bit back the angry words that I wanted to throw at her; she knew how important this was to me. Any time she needed me, I was always there for her. And this was the sixth time she has blown me off in the past month. And she couldn’t blame it on her classes.
No, she was still partying.
Instead, I said, “Okay, fine, I'll drink this coffee that I made for you.”
Normally, that would have gotten her up, but within the next second, her snores filled the room once more. And yes, I could hear them through the door.
I loved my roommate. Loved her to death, really, but she was horrible at keeping her promises.
Driving through the city as I made my way to the estate, I took in a fortifying breath. I had seen the catalog of things that were going to be available. And as soon as my eyes landed on the trunk that was going to be up for auction, I was elated.
I had been saving money left and right, so when I found the right thing, I was looking for, I wouldn’t lose it.
And the thing I have been searching for is a large travel trunk. One in great condition.
As soon as I found a parking spot, I pulled in.
Then headed inside, registered with the lady at the door, and then walked to the table, gave them my name, and took a paddle.
Honestly, I was surprised at how many people had shown up.
Thankfully, there was a seat in the back.
Perfect.
“We still start the bidding on this nineteen-hundred-forty-seven trunk that is in immaculate condition at five hundred dollars.” Around the room, bids were placed.
Sitting there, I waited for it to get down to one bidder, and the price was right at a thousand dollars.
Then I threw up my paddle and started the bidding war with him.
We got up to two thousand dollars when I stared at the auctioneer, unfazed at the man who had turned in his seat and glared at me.
That trunk was mine.
We could do this and keep doing this until we reached the six digits if need be. I worked hard for what I wanted, and I saved every penny I could, to have the life I wanted.
And then the man shook his head, and I heard, “Going once. Going twice. Sold.”
I wanted to smile, huge, but I kept my expression the same.
Standing up, I walked back to the counter and paid for the trunk, and then had the help of an older gentleman, and we got the trunk into the backseat of my car.
I was smiling the entire way to the apartment.
Thankfully, well, depending on which way you looked at it, since Sara hadn’t gone with me, I had tried to call Kyle, and when he didn’t answer, I called Will.
One of Kyle’s friends lived in our apartment building.
He was kind enough to help me get the trunk out of my car and up to my apartment.
