Escape from Tragedy

Chapter 12: Flying to Spain

I hate taking the elevator, it is the most scariest thing ever! But I refuse to take the stairs all the way up to the house. Sophia and Amilia just had to get the apartment on the very last floor!

So glad to be off of work, all I want to do is take a shower, get into some comfy clothes, maybe take a nap and then pack. We leave tonight to España!

Sophia had her stylist over yesterday, she picked out so much clothes, shoes, bathing suites, bags. I can't with her, I still don't understand why she doesn't just use the clothes in her closet. Makes no sense.

I opened the door to the house and music is blasting. So much for wanting to take a nap. I hung my jacket up and walked to the kitchen for something to drink.

"Oh hey, just got in?" Amilia asked me as she looked through the fridge.

"Yeah, your home early." I told her as I grabbed a cup from the cabinet.

"Yeah, I didn't have to do much today. Plus I need to pack and clean my room, wanna help me pick out clothes and I'll help you" Amilia said grabbing a container of mango.

"Yeah, but let me shower and find my dog. Where's Max?"

"Last time I seen him after Sophia took him on a walk, she was keeping him captive in her room" Amilia said as she ate some mango's.

"this girl" I said while pouring some Juice.

I walked upstairs to Sophia room and sure enough Max is trapped in the room, just laying there on her bed watching her.  Poor Max!

"Hey Sophia" I told her as I walked into her room, more like stepping over her suitcases and clothes. I plopped on the bed and Max was super excited to see me. "Hey Max, I miss you too" I told him while I pet him and kissed him.

"Hey, how was work?" She asked while folding clothes.

"Good, It was work. How's packing going?"

"Good, I woke up this morning and I didn't know about the clothes so I had Monique come by and bring more. So I'm just going through them and figuring out what I want and don't"

"I really can't with you" I told her while laughing, this girl is crazy. I guess this is what happens when your cousin is a stylist her self and love clothes. "Well I'm going to shower, Come on Max" I told her and got up, with Max following.

Max laid on the couch and fell asleep, he's such a lazy dog sometimes. I need to wash clothes, all my clothes are dirty, literally. I grabbed a clean pair of underwear, a Adidas sports bra I took from Sophia and my only clean pair of black, skinny leg work out pants. I took a nice long shower, washing away work and stress. I hope this trip helps me look at things differently. I pray it does.

I didn't want to get sick from having wet hair, so I blow dried it and Max was barking through the whole thing. Thirty minutes later my hair was dry and Max wasn't barking.

"Max, you gotta chill buddy its just a blow dryer. It doesn't hurt" I told him while petting him.

"Olivia, can you help me!!" Amilia yelled.

"Coming!" I yelled back.

I dragged my basket of dirty clothes to the laundry room, I'm so happy it's on the same floor as our bedrooms or this would of been a struggle. I put a load in and went to Amilia room.

"What do you think of these outfits?" Amilia asked as she stood at the end of bed looking at the clothes.

"umm....." I said as I stood next her. "I think these three are cute the rest are  ehh"I told her.