Summary: Fae was always a good girl who got good grades and did anything she could to make her parents happy. So when they decide to send her away to her grandfather in the Irish countryside in order to revamp their lives, she's crushed. She loves the big apple and is almost as torn with having to leave it as she is to leave her parents. But despite her eagerness to get back to the city she loves, she livens of her grandfather's life and deadening estate and befriends the boy no one dares go near. The more times she spends in Cloverfield, the harder it is to leave it.
The number of things I'd miss about the city were too many to count. On account of my leaving it, I tried anyways. I'd miss Central Park, the way it changed with the seasons, the free concerts and Shakespeare in the park. I'd miss the paintings and people of the Met, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, and the explosion of ideas in The Village. I'd miss SOHO, the bright lights of Time Square, the Metropolitan Opera, and Broadway Ave boutiques. I'd miss vintage clothes, fashion shows, and amazing multicultural foods. I'd miss my friends, the few that I did have, my over privileged Prep School, and my Upper West Side apartment. Most of all, I'd miss my life and all of the boringly tedious things it entailed.
"Is that is?" the cab driver asked confusedly as I stepped outside of my parents' Central Park West apartment with just a medium sized duffle and a laptop pack.
"Yes sir, that's everything." I guess it was weird to see a teenage girl on route to the airport with just two bags. I shrugged and opened the back door. I hated check-ins and it was way easier to carry everything myself this way. Besides, there wasn't anything I'd need that I couldn't buy later and there were only so many books I could stuff into my backpack.
Carefully with the bag on my back, I pushed the duffle to the left side of the back seat and hesitated before getting in. It was still early in the morning, too late for the school rush but too early for the nanny and stroller crowd. The only movements in the neighborhood were jogging middle aged women and dog walkers making their way into the park.
"Good to go?" the driver asked, his eyes shifting to his watch in a compulsive jerk that reminded me we were cutting it close to my departure time. I put my computer bag in the leg space below my duffle, stalling for time.
I wondered if my parents would come to see me off.
"Listen lady, we really need to go now." With a sigh of defeat, I nodded, took my seat and closed the door behind me, eyes glued to the entrance of my building. Maybe they'd make it before we pulled away. I turned my attention to the red light that kept us stationary for the thirteen seconds it took to turn green, the whole time waiting for a hand to knock on my window, for my parents to say goodbye.
It was only at the last minute, when the car pulled away from the curb that I allowed myself one last look of hope towards my home. After that, we drove away without interruption.
I shouldn't have been surprised. They'd told me they were busy and it had been childish of me to expect them to put their plans aside just to see me off. I'd be back soon. I'd be back soon. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cool glass of the yellow cab window. I refused to cry just because I was being sent away.
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
And it was with a forced goodbye smile that I received my parents' goodbye texts, paid the cab driver I'd called that morning, and boarded my three thousand one hundred and seventy nine mile, seven hour, three hundred and fifty pound flight to Dublin, Ireland, where I would be living indefinitely.
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