I’m leaving for college and just can’t deal with your demands and “requests” anymore. Please move on as I am. I will leave my keys in the hibiscus pot outside. Don’t try to follow me, thank you.
This is the perfect letter to leave for your parents. You hope they don’t push it and try to find me. You know they will lose their shit and not because they lost their daughter, but because this will be a scandal they don’t want anyone to know.
This is it. Goodbye, life.
You get dressed and grab your suitcase before heading out the door to get into the Uber that is waiting for you. As you lock the door and leave your keys in the pot by the door, you noticed Sharon, your neighbour, from the corner of your eye and hope she doesn’t see you.
As you walk towards your Uber, Sharon, your neighbour calls over to you.
Charity? Where are you going?
You don’t stop walking as you answer her.
Your parents didn’t tell me you were going to college, especially one that a suitcase is needed. Your parents told me you were going to take a year to get to know Jonathan…romantically.
Your tone is angrier than expected, and you open the door of your Uber.
My parents can keep dreaming about making me their property, that they can marry off to someone rich and higher class, while I move out and go to college to get my degree. I WILL do as I wish with my life!
There was a brief pause before Sharon speaks.
You go, girl. I won’t tell your parents I saw you leave. Be careful and most importantly… be happy.
All of a sudden you find yourself hugging Sharon, she gives you the mom hug you longed for years. She kisses your temple softly and whispers before letting you go.
I’m happy you found the strength to go for what you wanted. If you need anything, please call me.
You mumble thanks before getting into the Uber and driving to the airport.
This is the fresh start you absolutely needed: college. Where no-one knows you, no-one can find you, no-one can demand anything from you. This is your time for happiness on your terms.
I can do this!
You get on the plane a few hours later and find your seat. You can’t help but stare at a group of girls seating in the seats you pass, murmuring comments to each other and staring at the direction of your seat.
You look around to see if maybe you’re on a plane with a celebrity, but there isn’t anyone around you recognize.
You approach your seat when you notice someone sitting on the chair beside the one designated for you.
You can’t see his face as he looking down reading, but you can already tell he is quite sightly.
Instinctively, You turn around quickly to confirm your suspicion that he is the reasoning for the commotion upfront with the giggling girls who are now staring at you with pure jealousy.
Excuse me, sorry, just need to get to my window seat.
Of course, no problem.
He looks up and gives you a smile, and you find yourself blushing. You didn’t realize how breathtakingly gorgeous he was until he looked at you.
Light brown perfectly positioned hair, perfectly chiselled jawline and alluring green eyes that can captivate your soul with one look.
Uh, um, thank you.
You try to contain your composure, but he is undoubtedly the most handsome guy you have ever laid your eyes on.
You hesitate to move still in shock at his gorgeousness but snap out of quickly as you shuffle yourself in front of him to get to your seat.
Not knowing that his bag was on the floor between his legs you trip and fall on him.
Instead of grabbing the seat in front of you, your arms swing back and hold yourself up by placing your hand on his chest.
He instinctively helps you from falling by holding his hands forward which accidentally cups your ass.
Your hand was only his chest for a mere few seconds, but you can tell his body is immaculately sculpted.
A gasp escapes your lips, but you don’t know if it is because of his body or that his hands are on your ass.
I am so sorry, I completely forgot I put my bag on the floor.
His face turns as red as his varsity jacket, and you know yours probably matches it also.
You bite your bottom lip, trying to not make yourself look like a bigger fool. You nod sweetly and adjust yourself into your seat.
I am sorry for using you like a wall to keep me up.
He chuckles and responds.
No problem at all, only fitting as it was my fault you fell.
You know? I normally know a guy’s name before he has permission to grab my ass...I am Charity btw.
He turns red once again, and a chuckle roars out of him as if it came straight out of his core.
I’m the jackass that grabbed your ass to save you without asking your permission first, but everyone else calls me Damon.
Well, pleasure meeting you jackass that grabbed my ass to save me without asking my name first… I’ll just call you the jackass of heroes for short.
We talk non-stop through the duration of our flight, not even noticing the seat beside him gets taken by an older woman minutes after I sat down.
We spoke about the book he was reading, ‘Gone’ by Michael Grant which coincidently is both of our favourites,
and other books we suggested to add to each other’s “to read” list, and how he plays football and that I paint/sketch when we aren’t reading.
The pilot’s voice crackles through the plane system notifying us that we will be descending shortly to our destination.
Damon grabs a pen from his bag and scribbles something in his book before handing it to you.
Since you said you don’t have a copy of ‘Gone,’ please take this one as a thank you gift for making my flight rememberable. I hope to one day to see you again, Charity.
Before you could respond, the lady that was sitting next to both of you, giggles and then pipes up from the silence.
The way you two connected through the whole flight, I hope what you wrote in the book was your number. The way you two chatted non-stop, you would think I was watching a Hallmark love story.
Damon smiles awkwardly as if he was embarrassed by what she said.
I’m sorry if we bothered your flight ma’am, that wasn’t our intent.
Oh, gosh! You didn’t, son, I thoroughly enjoyed to witness how you two connected.
He smiles once again and waves goodbye while I slip his book in my bag before leaving as well.
Once in my uber and making my way to campus, I take out his book and read what he wrote inside.
I know we just met, but you’re definitely a leader many would follow.
I couldn’t help but blush and smile. I bite my bottom lip and think about our flight chatter and hope that maybe one day, I will see him again.
It’s a few days before college starts, but you walk inside to find your dorm as thankfully you can get settled before classes start.
You are so glad you were able to come on a full scholarship, away from your parents, brother, and … Jonathan.
Your thoughts get interrupted by an overly enthusiastic volunteer.
Welcome! My name is Samantha! With all those items I am assuming you’re moving into the dorms?
Hi, my name is Charity, and yes, I am.
Nice to meet you! Did you receive your room number already or do you still need confirmation from the office.
Nope, I got it already. Ummm… Room 358?
Oh! We are close to each other! I am room 356. Go straight ahead through these doors then turn right as soon as you walk in then left at the end of that hall.
It should be the third or fourth door on your left side.
See you later, neighbour!
Goodbye, thanks. Yes, see you later.
You make your way through the doors and turn right immediately and follow the instructions Samantha has given me until you reach your dorm.
The first thing you notice is the BBQ dinner new letter invitation taped on your door.
Without thinking, you knock hen chuckle remembering this will be your home until the end of the year and walk inside.
You look inside as you walk in to see who is responding to your knock. Your roommate is sitting on her bed, looking at you with immense curiosity.
Hi, I am your roommate. My name is Charity.
Hi, Charity! My name is Nerezza. Nice to meet you. I took the left side if that is okay?
Totally fine girl.
Her beauty makes me feel a little intimidated.
She has beautiful dark skin that almost looks like silk, brown frizzy, curly hair that compliments her face.
She is absolutely stunning, but you can tell right off the bat that she is sweet.
Suddenly the door opens, and an equally gorgeous older woman walks in.
Oh, I am sorry! I didn’t realize you arrived already. I’m Mrs. Kitz, Nerezza’s mother.