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hate crowded places
is a big turn off and the fact that I'm going through this crowd alone
so bad. But the minute I started waiting for my plane ride to the announced, I realized it was a bad idea. I don't mind tra
the ones involving people
o my suitcase and duffle bag before I start squeezing my way past peopl
laxing but it was new. I dramatically push my glasses up, so that they are perched up above my beanie, letting my eyes look around. I really can't believe I'm here. If
ds and even a clip board with names written on it. I know she's not here but I still
h for
ring her. She picks on t
to balance my duffle bag. "So
s, knowing the direction this pho
en minu
rack of time and I just put something in the oven, it's goi
y surprised. "You cooked?!" I let out a sho
ype at all. Or even a cooking type. She'll rather not take a ba
replied. "I wanted to. Anyway,
eryone look at my exhausted self in pity before go
you s
a plane ride; I can de
around very well and please d
ke it's going to be my choice if some bored soul tries to kidnap me. I'm not sure if she
, I
the bearded taxi man, popping my head into the passenger seat window. He nods at m
hem, preferring to seat in the back seat squeezed with my luggage than at the front with the lazy
u fascinated and entertained until it's time to leave. Because somewhere in your mind, you know that you'll leave. Eventually, you'll be leaving the place
fascinated for one year? Or more imp
ntil Cancer snatched him away â without permission, without warning. It's a miracle that we've survived two years witho
made every waking decision together after dad died, including the ones that we regret. Everything led to us putting ou
took highly important things and for a month now, we've been slowly moving our things here to New York. I think everything in that
getting married without his consent and didn't want to see him for objecting to her happiness. But now that's he's dead, she's regretting her decisions, especiall
stop and I look out the window, my eyes settling on a modern day simple two storey building. It beautiful but the lawn and fence needs
get my things out of the car, all by myself. We had neighbors and despite the lawn the fence, the hou
p and on second choice I just open the
en perceive baked foo
s she appears out of a corner, wearing an apron and bathed he
My clothes need washing anyway, so I d
ring the weight of the whole world.
tly, "Yeah right, Grace Atkins." I look
ssed up kitchen and practically throw me into a dining chair. She brings
pie,
ing. She was too excited and I didn't want to end
in me." She whined clutchi
uth and silently praying that I don't bite any cockroach
w's
er bite. I love apple pie and I was too bu
, disappointed
d as I dig on. "
sks and I just shrug. Then in one fast mo
amished!" I cry out
-
roan, pulling a pillow over my head. But
omforter being yanked off. "
her away with my hand. I still ne
of school. Aren't you exc
anied by a groan as I sit
She says, like that's the easiest thi
my new bed and into the bathroom, taking a shower that wakes me up. After that, I wear knee ripped denim
with the spiral stairs and all. I open the fridge prepared to fix myself a cereal breakfast but then I raise my brows at the
We've got to minimize and p
ter into the supermarket, it's like I'm in anothe
back my cereal box. "We'll go groce
art eating, she speaks up again. "
l and swallow. "I'm just going to
us this time. A scholarship
y bowl into the sink. "That
oe
slinging on my backpack.
u're not washi
to the door and fishing out m
d lu
ous about school would be an understatement of the year. I watch a bike roar out of the ne
is quite perfect for me since I don't own a car, bicycle, tricycle or anything with wheels
rs, where
â˘
and c
no logic to these things. You meet so