Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Skye

##Chapter 17: Skye

With my phone in hand, I glance at the text message to double-check the address. It wouldn't surprise me if I ended up at 622 E. Prospect Avenue instead of 622 W. Prospect. Being directionally challenged is an ongoing struggle.

But, nope...this is it.

I'm not going to lie. I kind of wish I was standing in front of the wrong house. From the loud music and boisterous voices pouring from the windows, it sounds like there's a party going on inside.

Nerves eat me alive as I walk up the front porch steps. Rotted wood siding and peeling paint mar the façade. At one point in time, this house must have been gorgeous but that's no longer the case. There's a neglected air that surrounds the property. It's sad to see such a beautiful house in run-down condition. Most of the student housing near campus is in similar states of disrepair. Landlords do the bare minimum to keep rent flowing in.