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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter One:
Sara gave a deep sigh as she rose from her seat. Class was finally out, and it was at last time that she could get back home. Thinking of home made her a little reluctant to go back at all. Life hadn’t been very easy the past few months. In the last half a year her parents got divorced, her father moved out, her mother became distant, and poor Sara felt nearly abandoned by her family. After high school, her friends all went away to expensive colleges in northern Maine, or Canada, or Florida, and she was unfortunately left behind to attend Community College in the same city she grew up in. With nobody to talk to, she had become quiet and withdrawn.
She quickly folded up her pink notebook and gathered her pens and highlighters, and packed them neatly away in her backpack. Others gave her weird looks for having so much junk for school, but she was a perfectionist when it came to her school work. She would take her notes always with black pen, and would highlight certain things with different colors. Dates were highlighted in yellow, names with orange, key terms in blues, and so on. As she and her classmates grabbed their things to go, the professor announced a quick reminder of the homework due the next class.
As she walked down the hall she pulled her phone from her bag, hoping that maybe someone had tried to call her or had sent a text. To her dismay, all that popped up was the date and time, with the background photo of a tree on a hill. Sara frowned a little bit more, and left for the parking lot. It was a gorgeous day out, and that certainly did make her feel a bit better. It was the first day of the year when she could really notice that spring had arrived. The wind still blew her long blonde hair around, but she didn’t mind one bit. It felt nice to have the breeze on her, and wished a little bit that she was wearing less layers. The day was cooler when she got up that morning, and so she just wore blue jeans with a white top and her black flat shoes. Maybe next week if the weather improved she would wear one of her sun dresses.
Sara walked over to her little silver honda, and got in. In the driver’s seat of the car, she once again pulled out her phone. No texts, no missed calls, nothing. Feeling a little more than depressed, she started the car and drove home. She lived only ten minutes away, on the far side of town. It wasn’t the nicest neighborhood, but it wasn’t exactly the projects either. The houses on her street were too tightly packed and needed paint, the road was full of potholes, and there was a fair amount of graffiti and litter. Those homes that did have laws only had small ones, and those were brown and dying and full of trash and holes as well.
It wasn’t anything new to her, so she just entered her home and went straight to her room. Finally home, she changed into more comfortable clothes. As she slipped her jeans down off her legs, she glanced at herself in the mirror. She had a nice figure, and was grateful that at least she still had that. Sara was proud of her body, and worked to keep herself in shape with running and the occasional dumbbell work at the gym. But at 5”2 and 112 pounds, she was certainly on the petite side. That was always a drawback, not having the long, beautiful legs of a super model. Sara grabbed a pair of grey university sweatpants, a gift from one of her friends at her Ivy League school, and pulled them up over her baby blue panties.
Sara then pulled off her top, and removed her pink bra as well. She only had A cup breasts, so wearing a bra wasn’t even necessary for her. She knew well though that if she didn’t wear one she would be ridiculed, and just made a habit of it like every other girl. More than anything else she was embarrassed by her minuscule breasts. All of her friends had at least C cups, and they seemed perkier and rounder and they complimented their perfect curvy, tan bodies. It was pretty difficult spending every day being surrounded by people she wanted to be, especially when they were her closest friends.
She grabbed a plain white V-neck shirt and pulled it over her head, and used the hair tie she kept on her wrist to pull her golden blonde hair into a tight pony tail. It was nearly 4 o’clock and she was already tired from such a long day at school, and she still had a few homework assignments to complete before the next day. So Sara walked barefoot out to the small kitchen and grabbed her backpack off the table and slunk back to her room. She climbed into her bed and pulled out her homework. There was no telling when her Mom would be home, or even if she would come home that night. Since the divorce she had become more promiscuous, and went out partying more than her 19 year old daughter ever dreamed to.
And so she sat up in her bed staring at an open book, reading and filling out papers and taking notes. Sara was lonely to say the least. Her Dad at been out of contact, and she wondered if he would let her move in with him. Maybe he would be more around more than her Mom was. But he’d moved out of state. Even if he did want her to live with him, she wouldn’t be able to until the semester was through.
Several hours passed, and the sun went down. Sara glanced at the round white clock on her wall, letting her know it was 8 o’clock. She felt like she should eat, but she had no motivation to cook and wasn’t about to have junk for dinner. She wasn’t that hungry anyways. Instead, she pushed her books over to the other side of the bed and slipped down under the covers. She pulled the hair tie from her ponytail and let her hair fall messily around her shoulders, then turned out her bed side lamp. She hummed a soft little melody to herself as she rested her head down on her pillow. Poor, lonely Sara; the gorgeous young girl with no friends, nobody to talk to fell gently to sleep.
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