As my stuff are loaded into my friends van, my dad hugs me and kisses my cheek.
"Stay safe honey. Please keep in touch and study. Keep up with good grades and make good succesful friends." he squeezes my shoulders."Love you dad. I got to go. It's a long drive to harvard law school. I smile thinking of all the possibilities. Lizzy, my friend, beeps the horn. He gives me one last hug and let's go. I buckle my seat belt.
"Ready?" she is smiling so wide, bouncing in her chair in excitement.
"Ready." I say and speed of. I wish mom was here to kiss and hug me goodbye. The way she would be excited and run around packing stuff and cry and laugh at the same time when I leave. I smile at the thought. I have gotten better in not greiving so much over her. I think she is in a better place, and I will always remember her and never forget.
The high way has a little traffic, but wares off futher into it.
"Almost there!" she says. I don't think she has stopped smiling since we left. She keeps the music loud that plays our favorite pop songs. It was so fun beibg with my best friend going to a college of my choice. I already gound a job there and started renting an aparment nearby. My car has been transferred already so I get to drive were ever I want. Now, I dont have to depend on nobody. I will be an assistant in a lawfirm. Like transferring papers, answering phone and organizing files. The pay is decent to keep me going. It's going to be so fun. The only problem was socially. People there. Will I fit in. I was never good at making friends except for Lizzy and I was very quiet. Some thought I became mute when mom died. I didn't go outsideuch and dad put me on therapy making it worse. It's been three months already. I try to hold back tears but one escapes my eye. I swipe it off quickly before Lizzy notices. We stop at Mc Donalds and the firsr thing I order is an Oreo Mc flurry. Those are my favorites. I can't eat Mc Donalds without it. I order a a chiken wrap. You already know, Mc flurry go first. Lizzy just stares at me in amazement as I gulp it all down. Then I eat the wrap more slowly.
"Hotel here we come." she anounces. I smile happily.
I just drop my duffel bag in the corner, drop on the bed and sigh. My but is still stiff for sitting to long.
"Omg, I'm so tired." she says. But she just skips around like hyper child she is. She makes things so fun sometimes though. She is actually the ooblynly friend I have.
I let the water in the shower relax my muscles. I still can't beleive I'm going to harvard law school. This will be so much fun. I probably could meet a boy, once the time is right. If I think too much into it tonight, I wont even get a blink of sleep. I wrap myself with a towel and brush my tangled hair. I look at the blonde girl in the mirror. I can't see if she is beautiful or not because that girl is me. People say that you find who you are when you are at the age of high school, but now I know that didn't happen to me. I sigh and walk out the bathroom to find Lizzie finally relaxing on her bed, flipping through the Television. I put away my stuff and look through twitter and instagram. Usually-even with so many things around me- boredom finds me and wares me off. Mom used to say "I cant beleive you are tired when you dont even have a job." I would just shrugg at that one but when she was gone, I would laugh like you cracked funny jokes. Lizzy looks at me like I'm crazy.
"Just something someone posted." I lied. She shruggs and turns back to the Television. I turn off my phone and plugg it in before going to bed.
The noise of loud snoring wakes me up. Lizzy has her head tilted up with her mouth open. One day, she is going to choke on her own spit while she sleeps. I chuckle and turn off the Television. These are one of the reasons I don't like sleep-overs. Especially with her. I turn over and hug the pillow over my head. Ear muffs won't even help with that noise. After a while sleep comes back.
"Cass, get up! I been shaking you for ten minutes." I groan and peek at the clock. 7:50. It's going to be another long day. I pull myself up as Lizzy orders me to take a shower. I am half asleep throughout the morning. We are in the car by nine. We should probably be there in five or four hours. I dont know, but the sooner the better.I let the wind blows my hair all over the place and Lizzy refuses to close it. I forgot how we became friends.
Havard law school. Looks more like court houses which makes it even better. I smile so excited. I park my car in front of the dorm building. Inside seems pretty crowded. Parents crying and giving there goodbyes to there "wonderful, well behaved" children. Watch once they step outside the door. Tattoos, piercings, gay, lesbian. I could see it all in their eyes. I shrug and move one. They called and said that mine was at the end of the hall and that I didn't have a roomate this year. This will be a good thing. At least I have some privacy for a while.
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TerrorCassandra Jones, a teenager who just finished high school, experiences the 9/11 that killed her mother and experiences life without her mother, especially in college. But when she meets this boy who invites her to his house. When she can't leave, so...