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Farewell

"Camille, please hurry! The driver's waiting!" cried a voice from downstairs and I immediately place it as my mother's. Rolling my eyes I bark back an 'okay' and then glance back at my phone to see if Abby's replied to any one of my texts yet. Sadly, she hasn't.

Today is the day when I'm finally leaving California for good. I'm heading for Los Angeles where I've gotten my first job after so many perilious years of education, first at my dreadful school and then at college which was ten times better to the prior. After graduation, the holidays set in, during which I spent most of my time sending college apllications until I finally got a seat in one of the best colleges ever. Since the college was quite far from home, I lived in the hostel there and shared a room with two girls who ended up being one of the nicest people I've met in a while. However, they were no where as close to me as Abby and Sam. But overall, college was like heaven in comparision to high school.

So after my time in  college ended and I bid solemn goodbyes to my roomates and selective friends, I headed home, waiting to get out of California. I know it sounds stupid being so desperate, but the fact is, California turned from 'home' to 'hell'. Every minute  spent there reminded me of school and the bullying and the pain coupled with torment. It's pathetic knowing that while everyone would someday sit with their children and laugh about their wonderful childhood, I would be talking about my 'wonderful' experience of having my head in a trash can.

After my parents found out about the bullying I went through in school, they sent me to a therapist, claiming he'd help but alas, I was adamant and they let the therapist go. It wasn't much of a surprise as a stab in the heart when they lost all faith in me and claimed I did drugs for the hurt or was an alchoholic or planned to drop out of school. I mean, it's one thing to have friends hate you but it's another to have your parents stand at a distance too. It was like everyone in the universe hated me.

Oh, except Stark.

Stark's my teddy bear.

And all those years of pain, humiliation, torture and tears have led up to this point where I'd kill to get out of this place. Thankfully, I didn't need to kill because some awesome guy in Dawry's accepted my application and claimed I was a significant and asked me to come over to Los Angeles after a month to start my job.

What's left to say? I'm happy.

So, looking at my phone one last time, I head out of my room with my duffel bag and suitcase. I'm wearing a peach-pink dress that flows from the waist onwards and I have a cute hat balancing on my flowing brown hair. My green eyes feel bare, meaning that I know longer wore glasses since the doctor's told me that I no longer needed them. The braces that adorned my teeth were removed in my first year of college, so my teeth feel naked and exposed.

The second I reach the bottom of the stairs, a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist and I breathe in the cologne of this very known character.

"Sam!" I murmur, choking back on my tears. I sure was ready to leave California but God knows, I wasn't ready to leave Abby or Sam.

"I'll miss you, buttface." he whispers while pulling back a little. I let out a chuckle and whisper back, "I'll miss you too, dickhead."

He then takes my suitcase from my hand and helps me down the stairs where I'm greeted by my mother and father who pull me into a tight hug. Following their warm farewells, Libayah, one of my roomates from college who's from the Middle East, handed me a farewell gift - a fake Prada bag. She knows exactly how crazy I am over all these awesome brands and I know how crazy she is over fakes. She can literally pin-point every dingy market in the state which sells artificial replicas of popular brands.