This story starts in the sky. A city in the sky. So pretty, that it makes sense that it is just a game. The game brings people together. It is a miracle worker for shy people, and people that aren't very social in the real world.
It was a bright, sunny day in Jaylemm. A new player had just logged on, fresh, and full of curiosity for the brand new world. A girl, to be specific. With ombre brown hair, the starter female clothing kit, which included a pink tee and blue jean shorts.
That's me, Jemma. The world was beautiful, with bright colors and tall trees, some even with houses built in them.
"Wow. This place is amazing!" the new player said, giggling as she rolled on on the soft grass.
She stood up, dusted herself off, and walked toward the nearest tree house.
A girl hung clothes on a clothesline. She was average height, with ridiculously long blonde hair, a frilly blue dress, and had long animal- like ears.
"Oh, hello. New here?" she asked.
"Hi, and, yeah. How did you know?" I ask.
"You're wearing the starter female outfit. Every newbie wears it." she says.
My face flushes pink. "Oh, okay."
She smiles, "My name is Elle. What's yours?"
"Jemma. If I may ask, what are you?"
"I'm an Arenda. Pretty much a magic user." she replies.
"Oh, cool." I say.
"So Jemma, I'll see you later? After all, you should probably get situated here before talking to people. If you want, we can meet up at the cafe east of Elander." she says, smiling.
"Yeah, and, can you tell me where there are any apartment buildings? I think I'll settle in one before I decide if I want to build a house or not." I say.
"Oh, the closest one is down there to the right. But there is also one that is more fancy than that if you keep walking for about a mile ahead." she says.
"Okay, thanks." I say, making my way right.

I walk to the apartment building, which was entirely made of wood. The trim was wrapped with vines, flowers of all sorts of colors growing from them. I walk in the door, and the first thing I notice is a huge desk, taking up most of the space in the check- in room.
"Hello young miss, how may I help you?" an old man at the counter asks.
"Um, I would like to see the available apartments, please. I just spawned, so I don't have a place to live." I say.
"Oh, I see." the man says, "Hmm, we have one available that looks like it would suit a lady such as yourself, but you would have to be okay with the roommates." he says.
"Oh, that's fine. I'm okay with that." I answer.
He shows me up a flight of stairs, toward the room 177. He takes a shiny silver key, and unlocks the door and opens it.
Now, I did not expect to see what I did. The whole apartment was a complete pigsty, with clothes thrown everywhere, and wrappers covering the floors. The only thing that was empty was the trash can.
"Ugh, sorry. Laye can get pretty messy sometimes. Especially during the day. Laye! Get out here!" the man yells.
"What do you want?" she says.
Laye looked like the kind of girl who rebelled against everything. She had purple hair, ombre down to pink, a tank top navy blue dress, and galaxy leggings.
"A new roommate might move in. So at least make yourself presentable." he says.
"What do you have to say about style? You're an eighty year old man." she says, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Did you even hear me? You have a new roommate!" he yells.
"What?! You need to warn me about this kind of thing before hand!" she argues.
"Um, I'm sorry. I could find somewhere else to stay, if you like." I say quietly.
She observes me, looking from head to foot. She smells my hair, and kind of picks at the sleeves of my t-shirt.
"Nice figure." she says, seeming to figure out what size of shirt I wear.
"Um, thanks. Uh, you too?" I say, even though it was quite obvious that she wasn't paying any attention to my reply.
"Nice work for once, old man. She should be a great roommate. Well, unless she shops for clothes at dollar stores." she tells the counter man.
"Excuse me, what's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"It means if you buy unfashionable clothing. If you're going to hang around here, you should learn some lingo. It'll help when meeting people here. We usually don't talk like we're meeting the queen of England around these parts of the city." she says.
"Oh, sorry. And, um, my name is Jemma." I say.
"Oh my gosh shut up!" she yells, "You're way too formal. You're going to be living here, for crying out loud!" she says.
The door makes a clicking noise, and it creaks open, and the long, blonde haired girl from before enters. Laye looks at her, and sighs.
"Hello again. Nice to see you." she says.
"Oh, hi." I say.
"What?! How do you know her?" Laye asks Elle.
"I met her outside that handicapped man I help sometimes' house. She asked me where apartments were, and I recommended this one. Well, sort of. I told her the two most nearby ones. Which happened to be Mossy Oak and Red Kairets. And she came here." she says.
"So what you're telling me is that you planned on her coming here." Laye says.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Well, you could have Forwarded me! I would've maybe actually cleaned up a little in here!" she yells.
The old man walks back into the room, unnoticed that he even left.
"Goodness gracious, I leave you three alone for three minutes and you're already making the neighbors complain about the noise!" he says.
"Sorry, old man, we didn't mean to cause trouble. We'll try to quiet down a notch." Elle says.
"No formal talk, huh?" I say, facing Laye as she sticks her tongue out at me.
The old man smiles and leaves the room while saying, "You'll become great people some day."
Laye must have heard him, cause she yelled after him, "Yeah, at least we won't become some old guy working at a low-business apartment in the middle of nowhere!"
"Laye! Don't speak like that to him! He could just as much kick you out of the apartment itself!" Elle yells after Laye.
I smile, being the only one left in the room, standing in the doorway of the three-room apartment.

This'll be interesting.