Sydney's P.O.V.
I look down at the slip of paper Abby had given to me with her address on it. Eventually I find the street and then the house. I step onto the porch of the bright yellow house and knock lightly on the door.
A few minutes later a tall thin woman answers the door.
"What do you want?" she questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh-um im looking for Abby...?"
"You her friend or something?" she says, lighting a cigarette.
"Ye-yes" I say fiddling with my sweater.
"Abby!!" she yells into the house making me jump.
"What?!" i hear a familiar voice echo in response.
"You have a friend here to see you."
Within seconds my best friend appears in the doorway. My face immediately lifts into a smile.
"Hey!" she says pulling me into a hug. "Come on in."
She lead the way into her house and i follow her up a steep staircase and into an attic. The room is filled with the soft glow of christmas lights. Posters lined the walls and a red comforter sat on a low bed. I would kill to live here.
"Whatcha think?" she sees me looking around the room.
"Its amazing" i sigh.
"You think so?" she sounds so doubtful.
"Yes! Of course. I would love to have a room like this." I breathe.
We spent the whole night munching on snacks she had bought and talking crap about people.
I was nibbling on a cookie when Abby asked out of the blue, "Sydney? Why do you wear the same two outfits everyday?" the question caught me off gaurd and I didn't know how to answer without spilling my secret.
"Umm... I have a very minimal wardrobe." I say, hoping she would change the subject.
"Okay." there was a stretch of awkward silence.
"So, uh wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure." and with that I fell asleep to The Karate Kid.
