All the little thins about you and me

Freshly turned 18 years old, Anne had only one desire, to go to university and live her life independently. Everything was planned, Anne was ready to spend her perfect year, it was going exactly the way she planned, she could finally do all the things she planned to do, explore the new city on her own. And if there one thing on which Anne Remington was not ready to compromise was her privacy, she had no intention to share her flat with anyone. Her privacy was very important to her. But one dreadful day Anne gets a call from her mom and now she will have to share her flat with Daniel. He was definitely not part of her plan. A clear contrast to Anne austere and shy character, he’s overly confident, overly happy, and definitely too enthusiastic nature was too much to handle for Anne. Both will have to adjust to living together, possibly without murdering each other.                                                                                                                                         ---- ‘your name is Annabelle ?’ he asks with a foolish grin on his face, ‘like the doll?’ he continues. I decide I better not answer him if I don’t want him dead on the floor killed by a hot frypan in my hand. ‘I’m not talking to you,' I whisper, ‘like that wicked doll’, he says. So he really wants to die. ‘You are not funny’, I hiss at him, spitting my venom at him.  ‘So you were named after the famous possessed doll. Interesting’, he says. He proceeds to take another handful of chips and eat it loudly. Unbearable.  ‘Annebelle was my grandmother name, I was named after her, now will you stop buggering me on this matter,’ I turn on my back making him understand that I won’t listen to his bullshit comments anymore. ‘No,’ I hear him say. What an asshole, I turn angrily with the spatula in my hand, with every intention to hit him, or even just to wipe out that stupid smile on his face. I might as well leave a scar on his pretty face, just to remind him not to piss me off again. ‘Ok, sorry, sorry, sorry,’ he says with his hands up, then stealthily puts a hand in the lays packet in his other hand and eat in front of me. I just look at him with a clear look that says “you are stupid”. ‘you know what, I’m leaving,’ I turn off the stove and storm out of the kitchen, walking toward my room. I hear him laughing and saying, ‘please don’t hurt me in the night Annebelle!’, I emit an angry groan, I wish I was an actual demon doll so that I could hunt him out of this place for real.