It's More Of A Slipping

Something New

I do not like the way the car that picked us all up comes with a replaceable driver.
I do not like the smell of perfume more expensive than my current college fund amount.
I am not a fan of the tiny conversations between my parents and the strangers that seem to think they can abduct me from my real life and bring me into a New, New York one.

Talia's voice is all ice, all crunchy, crispy, guillotines. I'm pretty sure no one wants to hear her speak except for herself.

"I'm so glad that you're here! And just in time for all the parties, too! In fact, my friends, the Penns, are having a party tomorrow night and it would be so splendid for you to come!"

I just had to roll my eyes at this. I mean, we get to New York without any stops, and the first thing she brings up is partying. Perfect. Like that's what we moved here for. I was just about to protest when my mother's smooth ice voice cut into the air.

"That sounds lovely, Talia. I'm sure the girls will have a blast there."

"Oh yes, I'm most sure that they will! In fact, Sanaa, the Penns have a son your age that will be there! It will be so great to make a friend!"

"Yes, so great." 

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1 month ago

"Can I come visit you soon, please?" This was at least the 15th time that my best friend had asked this question. Missouri born and raised, it was unlikely to meet her before my 18th birthday, at least. Plus, the whole 'Internet friend' thing still gave my parents clouds of concern.

"I wish! If only I had been born halfway across the country."

"Oh yeah, I hear Minnesota's great this time of year!"

"Haha, Caroline." Hers were the only jokes I'd ever pretend to laugh at.

"So, how's your girlfriend?"

"Hot. How's your boyyyyfriiiiereendddddd?????"

*eyeroll* "He's still not my boyfriend, Caro."

"And why not? You want a boyfriend, he's single, he's cute, you should go and grab that ass!"

"Caroline!"

"Whoops, sorry. Except not really. You guys would be perfect together!"

"No, we really wouldn't. He doesn't like me. And I probably don't even like him. I'm just desperate."

"The Sanaa I know isn't desperate at all."

"And what Sanaa is that?"

"The same Sanaa that's had her eyes set on the same, very single guy for months. The same Sanaa that knows what she wants when she wants it. The same Sanaa that won't let any guy, or anyone else, hold her back from what she desires. The same Sanaa-"

"Okay, okay, kiss-ass, I get it! You're right. I'm Sanaa. I'm the Sanaa-raui."

"You are strong. You are independent. You are deserving of any fucking guy that you want!"

"Damn right!"

"Damn right."

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