Why I looked to Calico Skies

Febuary, 1966

February 19, 1966
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It had been a long time since they've came out with both their movies, that I'd see the boys again.
Jack and I had kept in touch as he stays in New Jersey. I'd been sent back to Liverpool, as well as homeschooled from now on. Visited by multiple (and always different) teachers of the same homeschooling program three times of week- I was given my lesson, schedule, and work for each day. Science was specifically my favorite as I had come to love my new subject. Crystals. The idea had always been so interesting and beautiful at the same time. As well as I have a vivid memorization for the names;
I've also become so jealous of girls whom go to school. Walking and gossiping with their fellow classmates, close friends.
Although I do have a best friend, after all these years- Dot is her name. She has the most gorgeous, long, brunette hair, in which compliments her wide-rimmed glasses in some odd way. Her eyes are a dark brown in which become as the rings of a tree stump when exposed to sunlight. Every now and then I come to notice the door opening and closing at the most random of times, always happening to be her.
Today Dot had visited, just a short time after I'd finished a final test on igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic rock cycles.
"So, ya gonna pursue rocks when you get older?" She laughs to herself, walking in the door, Dot sets a titanium aura smokey quartz on my desktop. This of which is my favorite kind of crystal I had ever studied. Curiosity had struck me enough to slam my hands on the table as in stood up. "Where in fucking hell did you get this?" "A guy. Who knows a guy, who knows a girl, who knows this guy's cousin, who know's this girl's dad, who works for this company whom sell.." Dot picks up the crystal and holds it to my face. "Happy birthday twat." She tosses the crystal into my hands.
I pause for a moment to take in the crystal's reflection of the light, the way it reacted when the sun hugged the glassy surface- giving off the colorful light it could be believed that it rather was reflecting Heaven. My rolling chair scoots back for me to fall into her strong arms. "Thank you Dot! Thank you, thank you!" "You're welcome!" She giggles in return, resuming her way out the door I pause her. "Dot?" My chair spins around. Dot stops in her tracks, crossing her legs and putting both hands in the doorway. She raises her head in a questionable manor. "We should go to America."
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"Aunt Elizabeth!" I call down the stairs, Dot joins me, flailing our arms in attention as my aunt vacuums. She unplugs, holding the cord in her hand her eyes widen. "Yes? Yes what's the problem, girls?" "Can I go to America, with Dot? Please! For my birthday?" I beg. Elizabeth pulls her cleaning gloves off, biting her lip in difficult decision. "Well...I- I don't know...what would you do by yourselves?"
From the exact look we gave each other at that moment, Elizabeth knew what we were thinking of.
Exactly what we were thinking of.