❝ Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one ❞
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He was clad in a white fluffy robe, matching mine, his hair messy, as if he just woke up. I couldn't help but notice how good he l...
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THE LATE WINTER sun pierced through the heavy curtains of the room and splayed across my face. I groaned, delving deeper between the Egyptian cotton sheets of the hotel bed. I tossed and turned, my eyes refusing to stay shut.
Sighing, I sat up and quietly embraced the warm California sun shining on my olive skin. Golden sunlight draped over my body, rivers of warmth flowing down my back.
The hotel room was large and minimalistic, white with touches and accents of gold used tastefully. The once spotless marble floors are now covered with multiple open suitcases strewn across each other. Deciding to pack them back up later, I dismiss them and instead reached into one and grabbed my toiletries, setting them in the bathroom.
Determined to start my day, I reached for the hotel phone, picking up the menu set on the nightstand, and decided on Nutella crepes, orange juice and a banana.
I quickly spoke my order into the phone and sank back into the bed. I had requested for it to arrive thirty minutes from now, I despise eating first thing in the morning.
It was January 7th, Tuesday, my second day at NorthView and the second day of this semester. Monday hadn't been all that eventful save for the fiasco in homeroom. The rest of my classes I had Cecelia to keep me company, even at lunch.
Despite her presence, I was terribly homesick, a hollow feeling in my chest, a large void in my heart. I was utterly and completely lonely and had only short phone calls and my thoughts to keep me company.
In an attempt to distract myself, I grabbed my phone from my purse and glared at the bright screen. Adjusting my eyes, I saw multiple missed calls from my parents, since yesterday.
During the two weeks I had in New York before leaving for California, I had forgiven my parents. I couldn't bear to not speak to them longer. Besides, I convinced myself it would be good to have a fresh start before college. A place no one knows all my past, all my scandals.
I tapped on the first one, Mom, and dialed back. On the second ring, she picked up;
"Layla, where have you been? I was worried sick!" her voice calm yet laced with concern.
I chuckled lowly, "Mom, I'm fine. I was just tired, I'm heading to school now." I assured her.
She sighed "How is the hotel? We picked the best one near NorthView, you'll be getting your dorm soon, right? They were supposed to have one for you yesterday!" She huffed in annoyance.
