A Place To Call Home

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"Bye Sara! I'll be praying for you!", Luke yells out the bus window smiling and waving happily.

"Yeah! See ya mike! Nice meeting you!", I yell above the noise of the bus pulling away.

 Twelve hours after Luke and had said our first hello's, the bus had finally made it into the famous New York City. My plan was to stay with a old friend of mine for a few days and she happened to live just a few hours away. She had given me her apartment address over the phone the other day when we made plans for my escape. 

I glanced down at my phone for a second and then turned it off once again as i notice 35 missed calls from my parents and still counting. Sometimes i wondered if my parents even really cared if i lived or died or if calling me was just an excuse to harass me more.

My life was fucked up with my parents. But no way was i ever going back there. I have bigger things to worry about. Like.....getting employed! Or finding the money to pay for college if all else fails! So ya! Big plans ahead for me. *grimaces*

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I enter the lobby and ask for my friends room number at the reception desk. I climb the stairs to her apartment door and  knock.

The door opened after a couple seconds to reveal a beaming Clare. In an instant i was enveloped in a warm hug and getting the breath squeezed out of me.

"It's been so long since we've last seen each other.....years actually! Look at how old you look! I know i sound like the crazy aunt but i would be your aunt any day.",she pulls back holding me by the shoulders.

"I know Clare-quins! I'm get to see you finally! Thanks for letting me stay a while!",i say giving her a small peck on the cheek.

"Oh yeah no prob girl, come on in!", she says stepping away to allow me in.

I  take a step indoors and gaze in wonder at the decorated interior walls, having never been inside her apartment before. Her apt. was split into four parts; a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom along with a major shoe closet. The rooms were decorated with artwork of all types and striped navy blue and white wallpaper. A nice 6 ft cherry blossom redwood Japanese divider was set in the corner of the living room, with a long eggshell white couch and a black leather recliner grouped together in front of a smart TV.

"Don't you love it! I got that couch from Ikea.........ooh! And the wallpaper is from....gosh! I can't seem to remember!.....Well anyways it's all quality furniture and decorations! Fabulous!", she says as she enters into one of her moments. I roll my eyes at her and grin. She hasn't changed.

I set my bags by the front door and take off my flats. 

"Gosh Clara! I believe you have outdone yourself this time. First going past your parents budget decorating your room when we were in high school, and now 'this'. It's INCREDIBLE! I love it! You always were the best at everything."

"Do you want some coffee? I made some this morning."

"Sure, but I feel like i was in a car wreck. ", i say as i take a seat on a bar stool at the kitchen island and glance around setting my eyes on Clare's turned form pouring coffee into two mugs then adding creamer.

"You did an amazing job on this kitchen. I'm impressed." I take in all the fancy pots and cutlery. The refrigerator seemed to be high-tech with a silver finish.

"So after i left did you and Joseph get back together?", she asks me raising her eyebrow and handing me a cup.

"Um....yeah actually we did", I raised my mug and took a sip,"for about a month. Then we broke up. He turned out to be a total douche. Left me in the rain one day going on a booty call to some cheerleader captain, Savannah Wilkinson."

"Oh 'her', OUCH! That must have hit you pretty hard."

"Yeah, but i toughed it out. I deserve better than that asshole."

"Yup never a doubt. You my feminine friend need a break. And what better than...." 

"Popcorn!", we both shout in union. She heats up a microwave packet of popcorn in her microwave, then we race each other to the couch.


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