Lead You On

- The Big Apple

Chapter One~ The Big Apple

"Gramma! Where's my black skirt? I told you to wash it last night. I can't find it any-" My grandma pops into my room and throws my short, black mini-skirt at my face.

"Oh," I say and giggle shyly.

"You need to calm down, Sweetie. You have about an hour until Beau will be here. Where's Brooklyn?"

"She just texted me, like, five minutes ago, saying she was on her way," I say as I zip up my last bag. My room is so empty. It's so weird seeing it this way.

"Okay, well, do you want some breakfast? It'll be a long time before you guys stop for lunch, I'm sure." My grandma says, hopeful that I'll say yes so she can cook for me one last time.

I smile, "Sure, Gramma. Can I maybe have some pancakes?"

"I'll call you down when it's done," My grandma says as she exits my room.

I walk over to my empty closet and walk inside. I get down on my knees and lift up the carpet sticking up in the corner. I reach my hand into the small hole and pull out a box. I open it and take out the necklace and picture of my mother.

"I'm doing it mom," I say aloud, "I'm really doing it. I will make something of myself, for you mom. Don't stop believing in me, and I won't stop believing in you."

With that, I put everything back in the box, then I put it back in the hole and covered it back up.

"Love you Mom," I say and close my closet door. I pick my phone up off of my bed and read my new text message from Brooklyn.

'Heyy. I'm pullin in. Come help me get ma stuff out of tha car.' -Brooklyn

'Okiee!' -Me

I throw my phone back down and run downstairs and outside to help Brooklyn get her things.

"When will Beau be here?" Is the first thing she asks. Beau is my best guy friend. He's like my brother. And Brooklyn, my best friend, has a thing for him.

"Pretty soon. We can just put your stuff on the porch until he gets here," I say.

"Uh-uh. What if some crazy bitch comes by and steals my shit? That ain't happening," Brooklyn says laughing.

So we grab all of her bags and bring them inside.

"Hey Grandma," Brooklyn says walking into the kitchen. My grandma extends her arms and Brooklyn walks into them and they embrace each other in a tight hug.

"Hey Brookie, you got here just in time for pancakes," My grandma says letting her go.

"Yay!" Brooklyn exclaims excitedly and takes her place at the table. I laugh and sit down next to her. My grandmother hands us plates and syrup.

"Thank you!" Brooklyn and I say in unison, then we laugh.

We finished eating as Beau pulled in my driveway.

"Bye Gramma!" I say grabbing my bags and running out the door.

Beau grabbed some of mine and Brooklyn's bags and helped us put them in the truck. We put the mattress in the back.

"Excuse me Little Missy," I hear my grandma say. I turn around and look at her as she stands on the porch, hands placed firmly on her hips.

"What kind of a goodbye was that? Come give me a hug goodbye," she says and starts laughing. I smile and run up to her.

I stretch my arms around her and squeeze her tight. "Thank you," I whisper into her ear.

"For what?" She says pulling back a bit and looking at me.