The sun dipped low over New York City, casting a golden hue on the bustling streets below as Alora Bardot hurriedly maneuvered through the crowds of people. A recent graduate struggling to break into the fashion industry, she juggled her dreams with...
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pronunciation: uh-lawr-uh
AUGUST 20TH 1978
The two teenagers had just finish jumping through the sunny garden having fun holding hands as the flowers shined and bloomed with its sweetness it was already August exactly 11 days before the end of August where had the time went? Just an hour ago they had no care in the world nobody had no say in their actions let alone had control over them it was just them, where they wanted to be and were supposed to be, it felt like yesterday was just the middle of June and she was telling him about her plan to go to fashion school all the way in Canada, John knew it was her dream so he hadn't said anything but boy that day of her leaving and the thought of it had never left his mind and practically been his biggest fear and that day was today.
She'd throughly brushed her hair out her face as she dragged the rest of her clothes left in her closet into her suitcase, the her small comfortable apartment where she'd lived with her mother and father who were never home due to them working to keep ends neat they were the sweetest people John knew not the somewhat snobbish people up where he lived that had no worry in the wrong just ego cause they had that reassurance of what they had, Massachusetts was a very weird place it's like the rest of the world some places your accepted some you aren't you just have to try and find a place you are and have your peace there.
They'd met in 10th grade during Science and had seating arrangements due to their 'annoying" teacher Mr. Morrison "What'd you expect someone to expect from you having a last name like that?" She'd joked with him the first time they'd spoken and had a real conversation was during a tutoring session Jackie had lined up with her connections as then he had to explain to her the reality of the package of carrying the Kennedy last name, he was a privileged kid surely had it better then others but that questions was his biggest problem. Expectations
