Safe Place

03

ZARA

"Come on you know airplanes aren't that bad you're just being dramatic." Mae says stuffing food in her mouth trying to make me feel better about going on a plane in a couple hours.

"Mae... I have the worst motion sickness in the world. Remember last time when I was in your car after the fair and threw up all over your car seats then proceeded to throw up in the Arby's drive thru."

Oh god the stomach pain I had. My voice sounded like an old man from how scratchy my throat was after throwing all my intestines up.

"Well to be exact that was because of us going on the same ride 8 times, but yes you do have horrible motion sickness. You have your pills to stop the nausea right?"

"Yeah it's in my bag, I took one on the drive here."

Mae straightens her back and turns me.

"Zara. Then what's bugging you so much. The hard parts over, We left your house and made it to the airport."

I think Mae is my favorite person in this atrocious world. I wouldn't trade her for the world.

"Mae, I'm going to miss you so fucking much and I won't be able to see you everyday like we usually do because I'm going to be in some dumbass rich boarding school in New York where I wear fancy uniforms. So pretty much I'm going to have absolutely no friends and I really really really don't want us to drift apart."

She pulls me into a hug with her warm arms covered with a large sweater.

"It's always us, Zara. From 2nd grade science class. Nothing will get in between us."

She loosens her grip on me and pulls her head back.

"Always?"
"Always." I say smiling.

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"Does this suitcase have literal bricks in it." Mae growls trying to help me carry my suitcase.

"It's my books... Duh." I shrug at her.

"Should've known." Mae mumbles with a slim grin on her face.

"Alright I have to do this last security check before I start to board."

I grab her by her shoulders and pull her into a warm comforting hug, only if I would just not let go and kept her right here in my arms.

"I love you, Drive home safe."
"I love you more, Have a safe flight."

I squeal pulling away from her hold to walk to the security check.

And. She's gone.

Next morning I'm going to be 8 hours and 1,798 miles away from my best friend of 11 years and my family that I despise with every inch of me.

So maybe boarding school might be the best for me to get away from my family.

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8 hours of crying babies.

8 hours of motion sickness (the pills were shit)

8 hours of imagining me in uniform.

And 8 hours of fucking starvation because plane food taste like wet dog.

Not that I know what wet dog tastes like.
But you know wet dog smells like literal shit.

Look at me now in a gas station buying food.

My phone vibrates as I pick it up and see a text from Mae.

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