She Dreamed of Her Memories

Chapter Seven - The Way

So sorry! This chapter was NOT supposed to end in the middle of a conversation between Rachel and Jenna. Just fixed it! I hope you enjoy the rest...

- Nadira Anna Riley -

"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble makers. The round pegs in square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not found of rules. Andy they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About only one thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to change the world, are the ones who do." - Apple Inc.

Chapter Seven

Me and Jayson didn't talk for the next three days. We made eye contact, but nothing else.

I did a lot more things though. I went to the mall with Aunt Maria, and bought the old karate kid DVD set and watched it in my room. Who would have known an old man can kick butt. Karate butt to be exact. Saturday evening I cooked dinner since my Aunt had to work. Vegetable pieces, and seasonings were spread out all over the kitchen. I stood over the stove trying to complete my masterpiece; Curry Chicken. It was the first thing I learned how to cook, and it only took fifteen minutes for the chicken, broth, and the vegetables to come to a delicious sauce. That left me to cook the rice, the least of my favorite things to cook.

I sat down in the kitchen chair and watched the sun go down as I waited for the rice to finish.

Jayson walked down stairs and opened the door for who ever was outside.

Guess who walked in?

Rachel.

She walks in cheerfully "Something smells goooooood!"

"Jenna's making dinner." Jayson says flatly.

Rachel makes her way into the kitchen. Wearing sandals and a bright pink mini skirt that I swear a unicorn threw up on. The outfit definitely didn't fit her personality it way way too ... Whats the word ...

Girly.

"I came here for you Jenna, go hurry upstairs and get something nice to wear." She shoos me out my chair.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"To Miami, duh." She drags me up the steps, while the curry still cooks on the stove.

When we walk into my room Rachel's mood changes drastically when she sees that the room is neat, simple, and plain. The closet is small and empty, and the window is open, but there is no breeze. The room is dull, and silent. Rachel walks into my room, and looks like she's going to collapse onto the floor in tears. She drops her purse onto the carpet, and looks around the rooms empty white walls that remind you of a hospital.

"This room is so," She pauses "empty."

I shrug "It's not all that bad."

I wasn't lying about that though. It was quite and peaceful. I didn't have to think much, and if I wanted to think I had room to.

"Who's room was this before you moved in?" She asks leaning over my nightstand sniffing my mango candle.

"I'm not really sure my aunt just said I could use it."

Rachel sits on my bed, and adjusts her blouse looking like she wants to rip it off.

"Dude don't just stand there, move." She shoos me towards my suitcases.

"You never told me where we were going!"

"I'm taking you to see Silas at his place in Miami."