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Candice has a different idea of 'home.'

Submitted: November 01, 2017

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Submitted: November 01, 2017

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Home

 

She ends the shift by wiping the café au lait off the table while pulling her skirt down. She then went to the counter and asked for her tips from the manager who takes his time counting the bills and looking at her chest. Hurry up you pervert. The calculation isn’t in my breasts. She smiled dryly and went out of the coffee house.

 

“Candice!!!” She heard in between yelps just as she was opening the door to her room.  She bumped her head to the door and looked at the flock of girls surrounding her. “We are getting drunk this weekend! There’s a luau at the Delta Omicron Gamma frathouse tonight and we, my girl, were personally invited.”

 

“Oh, I’m going home. I haven’t gone home since the start of the semester. I need a break. I’ll go with you next time.” She replied.

 

“Really? You can go home tomorrow. Pleaaase---” insists Jane.

 

“Yes, but I don’t want my hair smelling like cigarette. You know how my parents are. Besides, I had a long day today. I promise I’ll come next time.” She smiled and started packing.

 

When she was done packing her bag, she briefly considered unpacking half of her stuff again. She brought some clothes, snacks, and a bunch of schoolpapers and books which she was sure she’ll use during the weekend. She wanted to be productive during the weekend and study in the comfort of her home. It was just so heavy that she’s not sure if her backbone can handle it. Finally, she decided to carry everything she packed. If she and her mother fights on the weekend, at least she’ll have something to do.

 

Her favorite part of going home is the bus ride. There’s something about long travel time, greens that you see along the way, a good book at hand, and mellow music that can make you forget about the world and sometimes your stops. After she’s seated, she immediately put on her earphones and told herself that she’ll read at least 25 pages during that bus ride. She barely finishes 3 pages and started feeling nauseous, so she stopped and focused on the music and her chips. This went on for the whole trip.

 

Daydreaming is a lot easier when you’re at the bus and listening to music. If I can combine all the things I daydream about, I can create an alternative universe of my own. She likes to think about her future career as a doctor, a future boyfriend, and her favorite, her future family. She just likes the comfort of knowing that she is secured in the future. It helps her to cope with any shit that she encounters every day. She nodded off a little bit and get off at the next stop. She walked a couple of blocks and arrived at a bungalow house with an apple tree at the front yard. The first one to greet her is Art, her husky. He’s grown a lot since she last saw him he almost knocked her down the yard. Her parents are drinking coffee at the terrace and waiting for her. Yes guys, my bags are heavy. Thank you for sitting down and not helping me. Great, that’s great. They were just looking at her well, half-glaring. She kissed them both on the cheek while her mother says, “It’s good to know that you still remember your way home.” She bit her tongue. They were both so distant and besides, she’s already tired from the bus ride.

 

Candice went straight to her room, took a shower, unloaded her things, and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She lingered at the backyard for a little bit hearing the birds, Art’s barks, rustling of trees, and breathing in the countryside breeze. She went back to her room and turned her laptop on to listen to her Beatles playlist while enjoying her coffee. She said she’ll go home and home she went, to her future career and family. Man, this is a nice place to be.



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