Driving Away

Prologue

Amelie's POV

"I love you"

That was the last thing my mom said to me before she passed. She was my everything, my best friend, my person, my lifeline. And two years ago, she was taken from me because of lung cancer.

She had been fighting cancer for half a year, and unfortunately it got the best of her. By the end she couldn't move too much or else she'd hyperventilate and get worse, she couldn't talk much, she didn't have the strength for it. And she couldn't play with Hayley anymore.

Hayley was so little she couldn't understand anything that was going on and that pained me so much. When we'd visit mom, she'd run to her telling her a million things about her day, sometimes she would even bring a toy for them to play together, but mom couldn't do it, she wanted to but she couldn't.

After mom passed away and Hayley understood that momma was sitting beside the angels now, she broke down and became such a different kid. She used be so happy, jumping around, seeking attention from anyone so they could play with her.

After mom's passing she didn't do any of that anymore, she stopped talking, refused to eat for weeks and now she's not the little sunshine of the family anymore, and I can't blame her for that.

It was by far the hardest thing I had to do, say goodbye, well at least I got to say goodbye but still was so hard, I couldn't even look at her. Mom passed right after my graduation and I decided to take a gap year off, to sort things out at the house, stay with Hayley and dad.

Dad.

Dad was the most depressed out of all of us, I mean she was the love of his life. They were together for more than two decades, they were childhood friends, high school sweethearts, and they got married young because they couldn't be away from each other for too long.

They had me when they were both 23 and 24, then 18 years later the universe decided to be cruel and take her from us.

And now? Well, dad and Hayley moved away from North Carolina to California a few months after what happened and I decided to apply for college in New York, with my best friend.

My mom loved NY so much, we used to come here a lot when I was little and she'd always tell me about her dream that was to go to NYU for college, but because it was too expensive and too far away from family she didn't go and decided to go to a local college and study literature there. My mom ended up making a huge career for herself and her books were bestsellers out in the world, I couldn't be more proud of her.

She had her own home library with every one of her books displayed for everyone to see, she was so proud of herself, I am too.

So after months and months of contemplating if it was a good idea, I decided to live her dream for her.

I applied for photography school here and I'm just about to end my first semester, and honestly?? It's been great. I've made some good  friends along the way, some I can actually count on. I've been to more parties than I had been to in my entire high school career and got drunk and made stupid decisions more time than I can count on my fingers.

And my best friend, Coraline (pronounced the way it's written) came to NY with me. We've been friends ever since the start of middle school and since then, we became inseparable. If you see me, you see her.

It started off with us hating each other so much, we used to pull each other's hair when "arguing" but at some point we decided to get along and befriend. She's sweet, generous, has a gorgeous hair and a worrisome amount of skin care products. She's also a very good listener and has been there for me in my worst moments, including the ones where she had to pull my hair out of my face when I was puking the alcohol out of my system

Honestly, I think coming to new York has been one of the best decisions I've made in my life. I'm actually living here, not just surviving. Back home I never went out, Cora was my only friend and at school I was bullied for absolutely no reason, I guess kids just get off from being mean to people for no reason.

And I guess sitting here at this crusty and musty dusty bench in central park, I have now realized that I'm actually pretty content with how life has been kind to me these past few months, aside from the fact that I'm motherless now (sorry, post trauma joke)

I mean, I still have a long way to go, and so many things can happen, but I'm actually very curious to see what the universe has in store for me.

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Hey guys, I'm Lala.
Sorry if some things don't make sense or wtv, english is not my first language.

Also the first chapter is going to take place a minute after this happens<3