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As I walk into the apartment I feel the newness of the apartment shining on me. My friend Jasmine enters the apartment after me. Our realtor is already there waiting for us. She is wearing a white jumpsuit, black heels, and golden earrings. She asks how our day is. Jasmine says her day is good. I say my day is good too. Our realtor says that her name is Jenny or some people call her Jen. She takes us to the bathroom first.

When we get to the bathroom I see the granite countertops, the gray cupboards, the white and black checkered floor, and the shower curtain with flowers and birds on it. I look over to Jasmine. She has a look of disgust on her face like she has seen the grossest thing in her life. Jasmine says that this bathroom isn’t giving off the vibe that she was hoping for and that we should really go because this is not what we are looking for.

I say that we should wait and that you can’t just look at the bathroom and say that is all you need to see, you have to look at the rest of the apartment to have a true opinion. Jasmine rolls her eyes and says fine in the way a five-year-old would when they don’t get what they want but they have to accept it. The room gets silent and me and Jasmine are looking at each other. You could tell that there was tension between us if you were a mile away. Jenny breaks the tension between us when she says that she will show us to the bedrooms.

 As we are walking to the bedrooms I try to make some conversations with Jasmine but she cold-heartedly shuts them down. Did I really hurt her feelings? I mean I just wanted to look at the rest of the apartment, I really like it.

Finally, we get to the first bedroom. It looks stunning. The walls are painted with the mint color that goes well with the gray carpet floors. There is just something about the windows that adds a shine to the room.

 I get a memory of when I had first met Jasmine. We were in detention and we got bored and left the building through the window. It was just so random I don’t know why this memory popped into my head. 

Suddenly Jasmine starts talking about how she despises this room, how the walls look ugly and how the carpet is ugly. She thought everything opposite to me. Jenny looks at me with a concerned smile. I get a bubble of anger in me. She is always complaining  and it was getting on my nerves but I popped that bubble of anger, knowing that if I said something to her it would only make things worse between us. I just want to get through this when suddenly Jenny interrupts Jasmine. Jennys says that we are going to the other bedroom. Thank the gods we are going to the other bedroom. As we arrive to the other bedroom there is one thing that stands out to me. It's the thing that has been on my Pinterest board for months, it was a bed built in the wall. I didn't have to look at the room anymore to know that I love it. As expected, Jasmine starts making rude remarks about the room and this time I say something. I said,  “Can you stop saying rude stuff about the rooms? I am sick and tired of your complaining.” The room went silent. I had never said anything like that before to Jasmine. Jasmine looked at me with shock and she looked like she was about to cry.

 You could see it on her face. Then I thought that I should just apologize for what I just said. “I’m sorry,” I said to Jasmine. She said that it was fine with an angry tone. Jenny seemed  shocked by what just happened. She said that we should move on to the last room, the kitchen.

It was the perfect kitchen. It was the kitchen you see in those cooking shows, so neat and beautiful. Jasmine made a somewhat positive comment about the kitchen. She said that she liked the windows and that was some improvement. But then she sees the counters and she says that they look like something you would find in a garbage dump. Okay, I thought that's just one thing then Jenny says that “in fact they are not from a garbage dump they are from this store.”

 Jasmine asks, “How do you know that?”

Jenny says, “I know that because my husband built these apartments. One night at dinner he was talking about the kitchen countertops and how much he liked them and where they were from.”

“Well,” said Jasmine, “I guess they are not from a garbage dump.”

 Then she calls “Jenny the worst realtor in the world” and storms out. 

I go running after her.

I hesitate for a couple of seconds thinking, do I really want to keep being friends with her? I find her outside looking angry. She says “come we're leaving.”

I say no, “I like this place.”

Jasmine says, “Fine, if you don't come with me this friendship is over.”

I started to get teary eyed. “Jasmine,” I say, “You want to ruin our friendship over an apartment just because for once you don't get your way?”

 Jasmine said, “Well I guess it is over and I have one thing to say to you. You are the worst friend and I hope never to see you again.” She walks away.

I walk back inside crying. Jenny comes over to comfort me. She says, “Friends come and go and you can find a new better friend.” I asked how can I could find a new friend. Jenny said, “Just wait until the time’s right and you’ll know.”

The time flew by and I was in the same apartment with my new friend named Anya who was way better than Jasmine and the best part about her is that she liked the same things about the apartment.