The Next Now

Chapter 3: The Grove

April's P.O.V

Today was not a really busy day at the college. I had the ever frustrating History class early in the morning and again sometime in the evening.

Why?

Why would I have History class twice in one day?
Apparently, the class in the morning was some sort of extra class.

Tch..

I refuse to think too much about it. The deed has already been done.

The college lets us go out, obviously, but I don't usually go out.
That's probably because what I can do outside; I can do inside.

Or, it could be 'cause I don't really know my way around L.A

But when I do go out, there is one place I always almost stop at

The Grove!

It is obviously one of the prides of Los Angeles.
I go shopping with the girls, or I go over to the restaurant there; The Cheesecake Factory.

I was pretty much sure they had everything there. It had the best of the best and that's what I needed right now; the best.

It's 29th March today, and that means; my birthday is coming soon!!
My birthday is in two days.

Yay!

31st March

I knew two other people who had their birthdays on that day as well.
Iris Palmer of table 2, and Drew Jessler of table 3.
We met once and decided to have our party at the school's cafeteria.

Why?

Why not outside the college?

Somewhere like The Grove would be pretty cool.
But no, it'd be much easier to just have it in the cafeteria, get everyone around and all that.

It's going to be a kind of 3-in-1 party, and it also kills a lot of birds with one stone.

So, I'm getting some things for the party, and while I'm at it; I'll drive around town, see what I can see.

"Ribbons, Balloons," I mean, right?
I do need to get those things for a party, right?

"Ugh!! This is hopeless" I've been walking around this mall for a 'supposed to be useful' hour and still, I got nothing.

How do people plan parties anyways?
Especially the ones for themselves.

Ugh.
Back then, Mum planned all the parties on her own, and more than anything; she kept it simple.

Sigh

This party was going to be simple too, just maybe not as simple as Mum's.

Geez... it's really hard.

And so was my cart right now

It's stuck

Pssh
I move forward and raise the upper wheel, then pull the cart to myself.
My arm hits a carton of cello tapes as my cart sprung free.

Darn!

I get down and pick the cello tapes and put them back in, where they belong.

I turn to the other side to see if anything had suffered from my cart's freedom, but thankfully, nothing had.

Still, I couldn't turn back to my cart.
I found something that seemed better than everything I had come here for.

"Mehn, I was one lucky bitch" I thought to myself, and before I could just register anything that was happening, my feet were already working themselves.