Meant For Heaven

Chapter 5: Leaving

We're finally getting close to the main parts of the story.

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I hope you like it!

**Chapter 5: Leaving

Part 1: Escape

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Dana!"  I scream at my phone once I heard the "Hello" of my sister. I couldn't stop my legs from springing into the air. With the last word 'Dana' I surrendered to my bed and took deep breaths. I look up.

"Hey, Sarah! Calm down. I'm off today. So, how're the peas?" She asked. I hear her munching in something- probably lettuce. I inhaled deeply again as I prepared myself to tell her. Why do you have to be so hyper-energetic? Breathe. Just tell her you can leave now. I advised myself.

"I don't know about peas but- oh wait. I got you. No, I meant- the peas- are in the- pod...?" I pause as I hear her laugh uncontrollably. "Well, anyways, she told me I could go. She has great taste in clothes, by the way. And she can actually fit in my dresses! I'm glad it's working out. What now?" I fiddled with my fingers as I waited for her answer. 

"I'm off today so, I could come anytime. I'm driving so it would take me about 6 or 7 hours. Oh, remember, do not- I repeat- do not pack anything up okay? Do you think the guards would let me in?" I assure her 'yes' right before ending the call and confronting the mini-library floating above the mirrored desk across the room. The shelves were nailed to the ceiling so I had to stand on a chair. Tens of shelves contained hundreds of books, separated into the different genres. I approached my collection of mystery books and selected one I haven't read before. The Sweetness At The Bottom Of The Pie by Alan Bradley.

It had been 5 straight hours of pure discipline- meaning, preventing myself from going to my bed because the desk chair is so stiff. If I were to lie down on my bed, I would definitely fall asleep. I ring Stella through the intercom. After 5 hours of nonstop reading, I think I'm ready for lunch now. After a few minutes, she arrives with a tray containing a bowl of flakes soup (a Greek lentil soup), croutons, and a small plate of 2 types of cakes- sans rival and chona's delight. I actually don't like flakes soup. The beans in the yellowish orange liquid made it especially yucky. I hate beans! I never told anyone except for Dana, Scott, and Mom (my real mom) though. Alicia always expected to like everything that I was given. 

After finishing everything on my tray, even the flakes soup, I decided to leave the room. I put on a white thin put-on jacket by Light Revolve™ and a pair of yellow Gucci goat skin leather flats and left. I should walk around the house, or the garden, or somewhere. I've been hiding in my room for so long, I feel like I'm separated from the world. Walking slowly in the hallway, faces of random female models stared at me. Glared at me.

These walls used to be filled with lively paintings and pictures of mom. My real mom was an artist! She was a graphic artist. She loved to draw, paint, and take pictures. She was a photographer of Light Revolve™ and also Light Revolve™ Magazine's lay-out editor. Oh! And she was also an art teacher in several art studios and schools, including Lakeland College and the Augustana University. I remember how she taught me how to draw a picture...

"Miss, is there any problem?" Stella interrupted me from my reverie, holding her usual smile and offering me to take a cookie from the batch she'd just baked.

I shook my head, "No thanks, Stella. I'm full. No, there's no problem. Why would you think there's a problem?" I ask, raising my eyebrows and smiling.