"I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to, when I'm lying close to someone else." Back To You by Selena Gomez played through my headphones, was I walked down the busy streets of New York.
I would always forget how busy it was during the day, it was a Friday afternoon. Everyone rushing to get home, so they could get ready for there nights out. Teenage girls running around trying to find their favorite celebrities, how lucky they would be if they could. It's New York, anything can happen right?
"Camila!" I heard my name being called, I quickly pull out my headphones and put them in my pockets. "Yes?" I asked my friend who was walking towards me. "I just saw you walking, decided to join" she simply told me "are you sure? Usually, when I take walks it's to wallow in self pity" I tell her "Camila!" She shouted playfully pushing me.
"What?" I asked, her actions caused me to laugh "I always forget how cold it gets here" Isabella said then pulled her hoodie on. "We don't live in the Caribbean, how I wish I could go back to my island" I answered "well, you could have left New York you know. You got accepted to the best art schools in California! Why didn't you leave?" she asked me "can you not?" I say, I stopped and looked at her. She knew I wasn't going to explain myself to her, she needed to stop asking. Everyone needed to stop asking "Camila, come on" she tells me "what? I don't want to leave, I'm fine right here" I answer.
"I'm gonna finish college here and get a job here. Get married here, start a family in New York!" I added becoming upset "why? Why don't you leave? There's nothing left here." asked me "because, I like it here" I answered. "Besides, my family and friends are here, who else is missing no one" I add "I can think of one person.." she says rolling her eyes at me. "Can we stop with this stupid conversation! I didn't want to leave I'm perfectly fine here!" I shouted at her. "New York is my home, I don't want to leave. Okay?" I said trying to calm down. "Sorry" Isabella said to me.
I ignored her and put my headphones back in, and continued walking. She followed me like a lost puppy. We walked all the way to my parents house. I decided to pay them a visit, living alone is great, but it does get lonely at times. I opened up the front door with the key I had and walked in, Isabella followed behide me.
"Mom, dad!" She called out causing me to roll my eyes "how are you Isabella?" Mom asked her, they continued their conversation as I sat down on the sofa "what is this?" I asked my mom "don't act like you forgot" she told me "well, I actually did" I answered "why are you so forgetful" she asked none in particular.
"I found this hidden in my closet for some reason" she tells me handing me the hard black book. "You made this when you were a sophomore in high school remember?" She asked me handing the photo album to me. "That was a few years ago, why would I remember. Sophomore year was nothing special" I tell her grabbing on to the book. "That was only 2 or 3 years ago" Isabella tells me taking a seat next to me. I open the book and a noticed a paper taped on to the inside of the book.
Document your year, instead of writing it take pictures. After all this is photography class. At the end of the year you can see all of the things you accomplished this year. Memories to look back on.
I flipped through the pages and see the old photos I made my friends take of me. Some I took my self, others I remember making Isabella take them. I looked at one of the photos remembering the memory.
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