Grabbing two suit cases and a box stacked high of her favorite books, she stuffed them into the back seat beside her. Even though she was leaving her stuffy apartment in the city, it still was bitter sweet departing.
As the cab driver sped through the city Sanaa reached forward and squeezed the passenger seat in anticipation, her fingers stretching the tired leather. Her knuckles began to turn white as she held her breath, she had waited far to long to do this. Did she still remember all the old rules? Would they even accept her? Honestly, she packed up her home in a whim. Vowing that if she was rejected she may catch a plane to California and never look back.
What did her father call that? Ah, running from her responsibilities. Huffing out a big sigh Sanaa sat back and let the cab start its journey over the bridge. Watching out the window she spoke rather loudly once they were halfway. "Just here no further....T-thank you. she said ignoring his glare.
"Ah alright, that'll be 30.45 please." the taxi driver retorted.
She supposed she could understand why the driver looked so confused, I guess he didn't drop many people off in the middle. "Here's 40.00 keep the change." she said stepping away from the vehicle. With a screech of the tires, the taxi cab was gone.
Walking rather briskly in her knee high leather boots, she exited the bridge. The sight of Long Island always made her smile, it looked like this area knew how to slow down. Not so much hustle and bustle of the city she was use to. Quietly with her box in her arms she made her way down to the beach's edge. Setting her things down she stepped towards the water. Sanaa could smell all types of scents around her, some faint and some strong. She wondered how many actually lived in this pack.
Staring at her reflection in the water, a pang of guilt shot through her as she remembered her homeland. Biting her lip she spoke to no one particular, "You can lead a horse to water but you cant make them drink. That is how life is.." A small chuckle left her lips as she continued to stare, how right her father had been. Explaining one day she would wake up and NEED a pack, today was that day.
As the cab driver sped through the city Sanaa reached forward and squeezed the passenger seat in anticipation, her fingers stretching the tired leather. Her knuckles began to turn white as she held her breath, she had waited far to long to do this. Did she still remember all the old rules? Would they even accept her? Honestly, she packed up her home in a whim. Vowing that if she was rejected she may catch a plane to California and never look back.
What did her father call that? Ah, running from her responsibilities. Huffing out a big sigh Sanaa sat back and let the cab start its journey over the bridge. Watching out the window she spoke rather loudly once they were halfway. "Just here no further....T-thank you. she said ignoring his glare.
"Ah alright, that'll be 30.45 please." the taxi driver retorted.
She supposed she could understand why the driver looked so confused, I guess he didn't drop many people off in the middle. "Here's 40.00 keep the change." she said stepping away from the vehicle. With a screech of the tires, the taxi cab was gone.
Walking rather briskly in her knee high leather boots, she exited the bridge. The sight of Long Island always made her smile, it looked like this area knew how to slow down. Not so much hustle and bustle of the city she was use to. Quietly with her box in her arms she made her way down to the beach's edge. Setting her things down she stepped towards the water. Sanaa could smell all types of scents around her, some faint and some strong. She wondered how many actually lived in this pack.
Staring at her reflection in the water, a pang of guilt shot through her as she remembered her homeland. Biting her lip she spoke to no one particular, "You can lead a horse to water but you cant make them drink. That is how life is.." A small chuckle left her lips as she continued to stare, how right her father had been. Explaining one day she would wake up and NEED a pack, today was that day.
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