Kian For Kaitlyn

Meet the Girls

Kaitlyn and her best friend Karlene had just moved to L.A. and werent going to start college until next year to get things figured out. It was moving day and both of them were so nervous about living alone, without adults.

"Can you just grab my last bag from the car?" Karlene asked holding two big boxes and struggiling to her room in the apartment. 

"Sure," Kaitlyn hurried down the stairs (why take the elevator that takes 15 minutes just to go downstairs?) to her car that she drove out to California with Karlene.

She grabbed Karlenes polka-dotted suitcase from the trunk and then took the elevator so she didnt have to walk up the stairs with Karlenes heavy, overpacked suitcase.

It was hot in L.A. and Kaitlyn regretted wearing her long brown hair down instead of putting it in a bun.

She hauled the suitcase into the elavator, and set it down and sighed. 

She was dancer, and not made for carrying things. 

She was quite tall and her thin arms didnt have much strength. Her body was very flexible and in shape, but she wasnt up to actully doing labor. She was graceful and pretty when she danced and thats when she felt it too.

Karlene was different. She had long naturally blonde hair that got darker every year creating a natural òmbre. She had light blue eys and wore big black glasses. 

Karlene was cut out for labor. She had strong arms and legs from playing varsity volleyball in high school.

Kaitlyn fell out of the elevator tripping over Karlenes heavy suitcase.

"Dang this suitcase," Kaitlyn got up and didnt bother picking up the suitcase on her way back to their room.

As Kaitlyn left the suitcase she noticed many holes poked in the top.

She brought her eyebrows together in confusion and walked away like she had no idea why a heavy suitcase with holes sat in front of the eleavator.