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Nothing Changed

The last time I had this much excitement was when my brother took me to New York on the first day of summer. I was glad to try out new things in New York, like buying myself a Hershey's, eating an old-fashioned donut with a bagel and cream cheese, and even meeting a celebrity, the naked cowboy who walked around Times Square playing his guitar to the public. This was the day I'll never forget; my brother had made my year spectacular. Since my brother started college, Emma has taken his place for me. 

Emma has such a big heart with how she feels. I can see that she will always be a good friend, and by the time I start college in the spring semester, she'll always be here. Emma and I arrived at our destination, but I wasn't sure where Emma was taking me until I realized I had noticed where we were. Emma took me to a park almost twenty minutes from my home, with a nearby college campus. She took me to Johnson Park Park in New Brunswick, where she attends school. I asked Emma why you brought me here, farther from my house, and I questioned her. She said, "Since it was sunny today, it was a beautiful day to walk in the park because there were many trees surrounding the roadway and the chance to see many leaves falling onto the ground." November 11, on a Saturday afternoon, I said inside my head. 

"Wouldn't it be romantic if I took you to a spot where I usually hang with my friend every time my class finishes?" she said.

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, that would be lovely; you're the expert on nature." She smirked and unloaded the picnic basket and more excellent packs in her trunk. Emma struggled to unload the stuff she had brought, so I insisted on helping her. She appreciated the help, and we kept ourselves from being left behind so that none of us could carry it all at once. We both walked toward the sidewalk and headed toward where she hung out. From the distance to the left corner of the side was the campus of Rutger University, where she goes too. The university is in the middle of the city, where many more campuses surround a small town of Hispanic people living there.

I never actually went to this university, but hopefully, if things go great at my other college, I might try to go here to complete my master's degree. As we continued our walk, Emma had asked me earlier when I decided not to go with her, but I immediately changed my mind. She thought something was up with me, so I didn't know how to explain this to her. I felt uncomfortable about her asking that question, but I told her I had almost forgotten that I had nothing planned today until work at 5 o'clock. She understood my answer and didn't try to question it. We both understood each other. We passed through a group of children playing on the playground near the picnic table; I adored how the children were more energetic than adults since they would be sitting at the table just conversing about life. But I like talking about life with Emma and then with my brother. I wasn't sure if Emma knew where she was going.

I just wanted to spend the rest of the day with her without thinking about earlier from Ms.Murray. The wind was loud, and I heard the swooshing sound of the breeze pushing us back, but our bodies couldn't be pushed down. After the long walk, we both had to find the spot; I was exhausted from walking further from where we parked to have our little picnic spot together. Emma had a blanket of pride color lying on the smooth grass, which was already cold. I began observing the softness of the fabric of the blanket. I didn't know why I was initially interested, maybe because she was open to her whole gender. Emma was unpacking some delicious treats she had brought with her basket, and I didn't expect them to be too sweet than fast food or homemade potato salad.

Emma had a plate and cup, and even she gave me a coffee mug, which was weird to drink from a coffee mug. She then poured me some actual coffee she brought from home, and I was delighted with the coffee since I was obsessed with drinking coffee. She then poured milk on milk coffee; I appreciated her time. We both sipped at the time, and Emma choked on her coffee. She coughed up so severely that I insisted on padding her back hard to make her feel better. My hand made her better than ever. I asked her if she was okay. Her voice was squeaky, but she was able to respond. Emma then started laughing, and I began scoffing at her since she thought it was funny that she was choking when I had to save her ass. So I went back to sit down and drink my hot coffee. Emma watched me sipping my coffee, then said, "You know, I always drink coffee every Thursday and Friday morning just to get up early for drama rehearsal."