Samantha moves into her apartment

I pull up to the apartment complex where I will be living for my whole college career.  I told my parents that I wanted to live on campus but they insisted on getting me an apartment to live in.  They said too many negative things could happen to me on campus and would feel better if I lived in a more secure building.  Which I have no problem with because it means I can decorate this apartment whatever way I wanted and no one could tell me I couldn't. 

                “Wow.  This was not what I was expecting when you said you found me a nice apartment close to campus,” I said looking at what looks like a new apartment complex in front of me.

                “Yes actually this complex was built about a year ago and has the best security system in the area,” My father says as he opens the trunk of the suv that mom and him rode in.

                “Yeah, but don't you think this might be a little much?  I mean I'm not one of those stupid college girls that you see in those horror movies.  I did take all those years of mixed martial arts classes for a reason right,” I say pulling a suitcase out of the trunk of my car.

                “I know, but give me this piece of mind while you are going to school here.  I just want the assurance that I know that you are safe,” He says leading the way into the complex.

                We walk in and there is a huge lobby area.  The floors are made out of marble that is polished to a shine and there are columns like the ones you might see in a Coliseum in Rome. There are also high glass windows that reach all the way to the ceiling.  We walked up to the desk in the middle of the lobby and my father puts down the box to talk to the man behind the desk.

                “Can I help you sir?” asked the man behind the desk.

                “Yes, I'm here to move my daughter into her apartment.  It's under the name Samantha Connerton,” says my father smiling at the man,

                “Yes, we have been expecting you,” said the deskman.  “Let me just go into the office and get the keys to the apartment for you.”

                The deskman who turns out to be a portly man waddles his way to a side office to the right of the desk to get the keys.  We wait about ten minutes before he returns with the keys and a camera.

                “Here are the keys to the apartment and if you could just stand right over her young lady so I can take a quick picture,” the desk man says pointing to one of the columns for me to stand in front of it.

                “Okay.  Why do you need to take my picture?” I say after the picture is taken.

                “Oh it's for your ID card so you can get into the building and if you loose your ID there is a book under the desk for the security officer to look in to show that you live here.  Security and safety is a high priority here,” the deskman said.  “I will have your ID ready by the time you finish getting yourself settled in your apartment.”

                “Oh? Okay,” I said getting back to the desk and picking my suitcase back up again.

                The deskman plugs the camera into the computer and then takes the keys off the desk.  He smiles as he hands them to me.

                “There you go and you are in apartment 303,” he says and then turns to the computer and starts typing really fast.

                My parents and I turn to the left to head to the bank of elevators to head up to my apartment.  I have butterflies in my stomach because this is starting a new chapter in my life.