2 Eviction Notice
[4 months ago]
[January 4th, 2017] [5:00 A.m]
Snow is outside. Flakes of different shapes and sizes, flying with the gentle wind. A white blanket covers the outdoors as the moonlight adds glitter to the soft blanket. Stars high above, covered with gray evil clouds. Calm night it is, as there are few people daring to step outside on this cold winter night.
[-25 degrees]
The big block numbers on the thermometer read. The thermometer was placed outside in the cold, beside a red wooden door in the brick apartment building.
Workers have yet to come, the sun will soon awaken, men and women will soon need to head off to work as their children leave for school.
Snow covered the two steps and the narrow pathway leading to the building. The building stood three stories tall, each floor holding around for homes each. Each home had a living space, small kitchen, and a bedroom with a bathroom that only contained a shower, toilet and sink.
Going down to the basement, there was a small closet to the left of the staircase that held any necessary cleaning supplies like a spray bottle of Mr. Clean and a mop with a broom. To the right of the staircase was a beige colored wall. The staircase itself was narrow; only one person at a time could climb up and down it, the railing wasn't very stable. In front of the staircase leading to a room, it was huge compared to any other room in the building. That room held three washers and dryers for the residents there to wash and dry their dirty clothes.
There were no bright colors in this building, it was a dull two star rated apartment building. People who didn't have a big income like poor young Ivy lived here.
Going up two staircases from the ground level, you will get to the top level. Take two left turns and you will see apartment number twelve, Ivy's apartment.
Going inside the apartment, you will step into the cluttered living room. Ivy had painted the walls a deep royal blue, her favorite color. There were different colorful fabrics on the ground, mainly from the clothes that didn't fit her because her good fabric was kept in her studio, and a bunch of scattered pattern pieces and flat designs. Going to the right, you will see her messy kitchen. There was a pizza box with a week old Hawaiian pizza. Dishes were spread across the table and counters that still had old food on it. Coming out of there and walking in the living room until you get to the far end, there was a door that was a quarter of the way open. In it, the room was dark with a lamp that lit up a quarter of the room. There was an unmade bed and dirty clothes everywhere. At the end of the room sat a girl that couldn't be over twenty.
She wore old holey clothes and her long blond hair was all knotty and a greasy mess. She was on a tattered black office stool, sitting in front of a desk filled with papers. The desk looked like it could collapse at any moment.
The young female held a pen in her left hand and had a cup in her right as she drank the clear water inside of it. Her handwriting was messy as her hand would soon collapse because she had been filling out important files all night. They were due in one more hour to fill all of them or her fashion career will be all in the past and she would be left with two choices. One, accept fate and give up, moving onto the streets, or two, move back to her adoptive family, and become their slave once again. None of the choices sounded applicable to her.
The bags under her eyes were as black as could be. She was filled with too much stress and worry about eating. Her fashion career was on the line.
Ivy's one dream was to become a fashion designer, but the fashion industry was harder to get into then she thought. She would have had a better chance of becoming a nurse at a one star rated hospital then become part of the fashion industry.
[5:45]
At the last fifteen minutes, she completed her work with a weak smile. Her eyelids drew heavy, Ivy forced them to stay open as she reached and started to gather all the papers that she needed to submit. Reaching for the last paper, her body gave into her need to sleep. Dropping all the papers, her eyes slammed shut and her head fell onto the table in front of her. Darkness took over as she could no longer see the yellow light that came from her lamp. The world was no longer in sight.
[12:06 P. M]
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three loud bangs had woken Ivy up from her slumber.
Opening her emerald green eyes, she pulled out her cracked iPhone. The phone looked like it had been dropped from a ten story building. It wasn't fully functional as the bottom half of the screen was a complete glitch. She really only used it to check on the time. Knowing that that is all it was good for. She had this phone for years, never really had enough to buy a new one, nor had she really cared to save up for a new one.
She looked at the white, big numbers on the screen and read the time on it.
She gulped, Ivy was late by over six hours. Her life is finished.
The banging came again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The person must have been impatient, either that or have been waiting there for hours, which would give them a reason to be impatient.
Ivy had a headache. Standing up, she checked herself in the mirror, fixing her messy hair before walking out of the room, carefully stepping over the clutter in her living room, making her way to her front door.
Opening the door, she sees a bald old man. He looked old and frail. He had a dark brown shiny cane in his left hand and held a paper in his left. His back was hunched over. Wearing a plaid shirt tucked into his blue jeans with a black belt to hold them up, the collar and cuffs were folded back.
It was Mr. Sauvé! Ivy's landlord.
She gulped. Fear was building a tower in her.
Mr. Save handed her the paper. She took it and looked at it. Her eyes moving left to right, up and down reading the paper.
The paper read:
[Bob Sauvé
2234 Color st
Sudbury CA, 45A3B3
Ivy Alexander
6453 Fallen rd, Apt. 12
Sudbury CA, 67G6T6
DATE OF NOTICE: January 4th, 2017
TENANT IN POSSESSION: Ivy Alexander
LEASED PREMISES: 6453 Fallen rd, Apt. 12
Sudbury, CA 67G6T6
TO: Tenants listed above and all persons now in possessions of the leased premises, as of the date of this notice, you are past due for the total amount of: $6,693.64
NOTICE: You are hereby required to vacate the premises, within FOURTEEN DAYS after service on you of this notice.
In the event that the premises at 6453 Fallen rd, Apt. 12, Sudbury CA, 67G6T6 in Canada Country are not vacated by you within fourteen days from delivery of this notice, I/we file a Forcible Detainer suit against you. Additionally, if any rent is due, I/we will file a suit for recovery of that rent and such other charges as permitted as the lease or the law of the province of Ontario.
Bob Sauvé]
With a single nod, Mr. Sauvé turned and left, leaving her with the eviction notice.
Normally, landlords will leave a notice on the tenant's door.
'Mr. Sauvé really must want me out of here.' thought Ivy, who was left standing in the doorway of the opened door in her apartment.
Dropping the notice on the floor, she turned and left into her home to start packing.
Where would she go now? Why had fate decided that this is the path that she must take? Why her? Why not someone else? These questions rang through Ivy's head.
really must want me out of here.' thought Ivy, who was left standing in the doorway of the opened door in her apartment.
Dropping the notice on the floor, she turned and left into her home to start packing.
Where would she go now? Why had fate decided that this is the path that she must take? Why her? Why not someone else? These questions rang through Ivy's head.
Mr. Sauvé never really liked Ivy living in his apartment building so you can only guess how eager he felt when he was finally able to kick Ivy out.
One by one, tears started to travel from her eyes to her check, to her chin and onto the floor. Having nowhere she could go to stay safe from the harsh winter that stood outside and her evil adoptive family, she was about done with this life.
Once she finished putting her most important stuff in a faded light brown cardboard box, she walked over to her kitchen and started smashing the glass dishes on the hard wooden floor, venting her feelings that overflowed with anger, fear, sadness, worry, and tiredness.
"WHY! WHY ME!?" She shouted, tears were like a river flowing down her peachy pink cheeks. Only being able to stay safe here for 14 more days is what scared her the most.
14 days was only 2 weeks, 2 weeks goes by faster then you would believe.
