When Paris's red Mercedes parked, I got out to see that Paris was watching Angela walk towards us along the side walk.
"Hey pretty girl," Paris calls to Angela who looked up with her eyebrows raised from her phone.
"I guess the text I just sent you is pointless," she says and I just smile warmly at how these two acted around one another.
They then joined hands and we all walked into the restaurant before we stopped at the front to wait to be brought to a table.
"How many?" the waitress asks looking between us, "three?"
"Yes please," I say before we were led past booths and others who were eating her until our waitress stopped at a booth with a view that looked out onto the street.
Sitting down on one of the vinyl seats I accepted the menu handed to me and quickly found where the dinner section was.
"What can I start you all off with?"
"Sweet tea please," I say with a grateful smile. My friends then ordered their own drinks and we all turned to staring at the menu and the various kinds of food choices we could make.
"I will be honest I have zero idea what to eat," I admit.
"You like Italian food get penne alfredo," Angela says, "I think I want a double patty bacon cheese burger."
"Jesus Ange, you're going to get a heart attack," Paris muses looking at her girlfriend.
"What do you want me to get," Angela retorts with an amused expression on her face.
"Not something that will kill you," Paris suggests tapping the menu with her thumbs as she scanned the page unsuccessfully for whatever she was looking for.
"Oh, it won't it's just a treat after all. This dinner is technically for Olivia who will be going to Thornbrook Academy in a few weeks."
"Yeah, a whole week from now," I correct, "that's seven days it's a decent amount of time," I add leaning back while shutting the menu and sliding it to the corner edges of the table.
"Do you realize how short seven days is, a week barely feels like any time," Paris says, "I'm losing my friend, my side bitch," she complains and Angela and I laugh.
"I'm sure a few kisses from Angela will make you forget that," I quip and Angela flushes.
"Olivia shut up," she says and I just smile at her.
"Just stating facts Ange," I shrug before the waitress returns and sets down our drinks receiving thanks from all of us.
We all then placed our orders which included me getting my pasta and Angela her burger much to Paris's displeasure though she ordered a plate of nachos all to himself.
"So, what do you think it will be like at Thornbrook Olivia?" Angela asks.
"I think I'll feel like I was different, which I am, I doubt I'll fit in. So really, I think that whole school will be hierarchal, and I will be right at the bottom".
"That's pessimistic," Paris comments before taking a sip of her drink.
"If you could see the marble flooring, and the silver door handles, oak doors, steel polished lockers, classrooms that look like they were modernized college lecture halls and or top of the line labs, and centers you'd think the same thing as me."
"What even are the basic requirements to get into Thornbrook if you don't have a scholarship?" Paris asks.
"I have no idea they don't tell me that, all I know is income level has to be at a certain point, and background checks are done," I reply with a shrug as I took a sip of my own drink.
"What check and see if are going to damage their precious school reputation?" Angela muses while furrowing her eyebrows.
"Probably, a school as expensive as that I'd imagine so, also, I'm pretty sure every student at that school drives a hundred-thousand-dollar car if not more. that might be a requirement," I laugh remembering seeing all the cars in the teacher lot and imagining what it must be like when students arrive.
"At least if she gets friends they'll be well connected," Paris jokes.
"Money is dumb," I interject. "I've never heard a single story about someone with money our age being happy."
I've also never seen it, all the pictures on Thornbrook's page are photos of those kids being happy with their friends. But you can always tell that for those with true unimaginable wealth that they experience more then anyone else at that school.
"It would still be nice but, I guess we don't know what their lives are like," Paris says before all our food is set out before us and we all began eating through what was in front of us.
I also was sitting and wondering what it would be like once I went to Thornbrook, I hoped my friends would be happy and have each other no matter if they saw me again. That was my one wish for them was to never have to see them be unhappy afterwards.
"What do you actually think happens behind closed doors?" Angela asks as she swallowed a bite of burger.
"I think some are treated like babies and get whatever they want. Others I think have normal lives, and the flip side to those that get babied is those that have extremely strict parents and have unattainable standards to live up to," I say with a morose tinge to my words.
"The kids that drive Lamborghini's and their parents have all kinds of weight they just drop on them," Angela adds.
"I suppose all things have good and bad parts," Paris remarks.
"Yes, I guess that is true," I say absentmindedly as I watch the bartender making people's drinks in a very flamboyant way.
For the rest of the night, we all sat and talked about the coming year and the things we expected to happen though. Along with how those things may affect where we end up.
I knew where I wanted to go, so did Angela, Paris wasn't sure though I had a feeling whatever it was she would be good at since most jobs required the ability to be a leader and to continually force for improvement.
I had also offered to pay for the bill of the dinner, or rather insisted since they wanted to bring me out.
As we all left, I followed Angela since she promised to drive me home.
"I'm going to miss you Olivia, I think both Paris and I will," she says looking over at me as we walked towards her car along the brightly lit sidewalk.
"I'm going to miss you both too, so I really appreciate you both wanting to spend time with me before I go to school," I say with a smile and she returns it before we got into the car.
Chapter complete I have a raging headache so always unfun, I hope you enjoyed the last Olivia chapter I will ever write, comment, vote, and share. Anyways
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