in this story Sarah didn't grow up in New York. Holland didn't grow up in Philadelphia. And mercian horror story won't start in 2011
"Ms.Paulson?", Ms.Taylor said walking down the hallway to where I was sitting on the bench
"hi Ms.Taylor", I smiled standing up
"how long have you been sitting there? its a quarter to nine", she asked
"oh not long, I like to be early", I giggled
"well.. are you ready to go?", she said
"ready", I nodded, following her out of the college
"holy shit", I exclaimed
"you like my car?", she smiled taking my bags, putting them in the trunk
"its so cool", I said looking at the vintage, sage green, convertible mustang
"found it at an auction.. well hop in", she spoke, walking to the other side of the car
"I must admit, I didn't know we would be driving", I confessed buckling my seat belt
"well we have a two hour drive, so be prepared", she started up the engine
"can you imagine if Trevor was here right now", I laughed
"id be pregnant by now", she chimed
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we drove in a comfortable silence for about twenty minutes until Ms.Taylor spoke
"so do you have a boyfriend Ms.Paulson?", she asked, eyes still on the road
"no I don't, and you can call me Sarah", I responded
"you're a very attractive girl, I'm sure any boy would be lucky to have you", she smiled
"thank you", I looked down
"eyes up honey", she smiled at me
"I'm sorry Ms.Taylor", I apologised
"Holland", she said simply
"Holland?", I looked at her puzzled
"Holland, thats my name", she laughed
"Holland", I whispered to myself
"something wrong?", she smirked
"its just I've never heard that name before", I explained
"and?", she raised her eye brows
"well I think its rather beautiful", I said gingerly
"thank you Ms.Paulson", she nodded
"Sarah"
"Sarah", she giggled "I like that too"
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the rest of the trip was filled with small talk here and there, mostly the radio was being heard, but neither of us mind.
Once we got to New York, my eyes were glued to the window, I had never seen anything like it.
"thank you sir", holland said passing her keys to the valet "lets go Sarah", holland beamed
we walked through the entrance of this hotel, and I had never seen anything so beautiful.
"wow", I whispered walking behind holland
"we have a reservation under Holland Taylor", Holland said taking off her gloves
"yes Ms.Taylor we have you rooms here. These are the keys, and if you just give your bags to John here, he will bring them up to your rooms", she responded politely
