Hailey Smith

The Letter

I walked through the hallway of my dingy apartment building, the smell of weed thick in the air. I wrinkled my nose. I reached my door and shoved my key in the lock. I turned the handle, and like always, the door was stuck. I gave a good boot to the bottom right corner and stumbled into my apartment. I sighed and kicked off my boots. I walked to the fridge and grabbed myself a beer. I worked at the local donation place, and to say today had been a rough day had been an understatement.