To Escape

Chapter 4

The next morning.

We stayed the night in the biggest and nicest Hampton Inn I have ever seen in my life. And I even felt safe. I am actually feeling like a normal person today. Like nothing ever happened and I am just a average human being proceding on with her own daily life. Actually, I feel better than normal. I really feel kinda rich...ish. I mean today, we get to go shopping in a big city and pretty much get a full makeover. But it is all for emergency reasons. So they won't really recognize us IF they find us or IF they show someone a picture. 

We are walking down the sidewalk like we actualy know what and where we are going. But in reality we are completely lost. But we see store after store and walk in almost all of them. We have alot to do today. But I still feel so good. So clean. So fresh. And I have realized that in the city, you really do feel so fresh. I always thought when I saw it n movies that they were all just being too dramatic. But I know it is true now. There are so many places I have never seen before and so many choices.

We go into a store called Charlotte Rousse and I try on about 5 dresses, 10 pairs of flip flops, flats, shoes, 3 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of shorts, and 15 of all diffrent types of shirts. I end up getting 2 dresses, 2 pairs of flip flops, 1 pair of flats, 1 pair of shoes, 2 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of shorts, and 6 diffrent shirts. Then we went to a store called Hollister. Ethan tryed on about 10 shirts and 5 jeans. And he got them all. He never has been very picky and normally doesn't like to shop so I think he was just trying to get it over with but also really wanted new clothes at the same time. We went to Shoe Carnival next where he got a pair of Sperrys and Nikes.

After we were done with our shopping, we went and got our hair cut. Before, my hair went to about the middle of my chest. So it wasn't that long but wasn't short either. It was brown with no highlights even even TOUCHING it. Now, it is REALLY cute. I got it cut to my tip of my shoulders ( short ) with layers and a little bit of blonde highlights. Right after it was cut, Ethan told me this while practcally staring at me.

" Wow. You look great. " he said.

" Thanks, hon! Now it's your turn! " I playfully replied.

Ethan's hair used to be brown like mine and kinda wavy. But now it is straightened and has blonde highlights like mine, too.

And right next door to the hair place there was an eye glass place. And then we decided to get color contacts to change our eye color, too. We both had brown eyes before but now his are green and mine are blue. They compliment us very well. Then we left there and headed to Target. There we just got normal stuff. We got food, soap, shampoo, deoderant, perfume, cologne, lotion, plates, cups, bowls, drinks, medicine, band aids, and other necessary things you would need. We bought a suite in the hotel we stayed in last night.

That night.

We got there to our suite at about 6 p.m. after a really long day. Right when we got in, we collapsed on the bed. But about 30 seconds later, we got back up because we didn't have time to sleep. We didn't have to clean the suite because it as already emaculate. The place was so pretty. Everything was stainless steel in the kitchen, the counters were marble, and there was a huge window with a view of the city.

So first, we got all of the stuff we bought put up and organized ( seeing as how I am an EXTREMELY neat person ). Then, we got our showers, got all cleaned up, ate some Cap'n Crunch cereal, and went to bed. It felt so good to sleep in a real bed, to get an actual shower, to wear clean clothes. Through that, I learned to never take anything for granted. We slept peacefully, safely, quietly. Both the locks on the door were locked and the blinds and curtains were closed ( though we are on the 15th floor which is also a good thing ) and the lights were out. Everything felt just fine. I lay there, my eyes closed, thinking about a perfect life without all the bad, dreaming and pondering on it until I drift off into a deep sleep.