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Chapter 2 - To My Safe Place

Hey, guys! So I decided that once a week was too little and that I'd post twice a week instead. How does Tuesday and Friday sound? Great! I thought that was a good idea too. ;)

Thank you again for giving my first fiction story a chance and I hope you enjoy it! 

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I've always felt so out of place in my friend's neighborhood. Edith's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Adalwine, were CEOs to some company in the city and were filthy, stinking rich. They lived in a big three story house, mansion really, outside of town a little ways, but they were still closer to my school than I was.

Before I even pulled into their driveway, the door opened and I saw a person with a poof of red hair bounce toward me.

Edith ran into me and engulfed me in one of her special Edith hugs which seemed like they were the equivalent to hugging a warm Baymax.

I had held tears back the whole way there, but in the comfort in my best friend's arms, I broke down wholeheartedly. I would have collapsed onto the blacktop if Edith hadn't been there holding me up.

She guided me inside through the granite parlor and up the grand staircase in her bedroom on the second floor.

"Go lay down, okay, sweetie?" She coaxed, gently nudging me towards her bed that was covered in thousands pillows and thick, fuzzy throws.

I nodded absently tears still rolling down my face. She left her room for provisions, leaving me to make myself a home; this had not been the first time I'd come to cry on Edith's shoulder.

I pushed off my shoes and climbed into her cloud of a bed. Cocooning myself in a comforter so that I looked like a burrito came naturally after that.

From that position, wrapped in blankets and propped up on the mountains of throw pillows on my back, I surveyed Edith's room. It was pretty normally sized even though she lived in a grand brick mansion, but it was bigger than mine.

If I were standing by the door, the first thing I would see would be the foot of her bed a few feet in font of me. It was covered in a white comforter and had a grey decorative throw with tassels and a large gauge crochet cream throw blanket strewn across the corners. The throw pillows I was laying on were all either grey, cream, or black and white prints in various shapes like classic cushion shape or a circle or ball. The overall design looked like it could have been cut out of a modern comfort magazine.

If I were still standing by the door and looked to the left of her bed, her desk would be there. It wasn't so much a desk as it was a table that was supported by a pair of 3ft tall shelving units in a grey wood pattern. She had a white desk chair to go with - it was just as much "goals" as the bed.

Then to the left of that, there was a nearly empty corner with a cute circular rug on the warm colored hardwood floor. Her guitar sat on a stand on the rug, and there was also a foldable music stand with some lead sheets on it. 

Next to that were the sliding doors to her grand walk in closet. She had a bunch of pictures and old locker banners hanging on them from schools. She had special banners from varsity tennis, volleyball, and theatre productions and other clubs she'd been in throughout the years. You name it, she did it - or tried to. She hasn't let senioritis slow her down yet this year.