Author's Note: I'm completely new at doing fanfics so please bear with me for awhile. Please let me know if there are any errors or inconsistencies so I can change them as soon as possible. The story may jump around a little bit, but I'll try to make the transitions as easy as possible. The M rating is just because I'm not sure what I might add later and I'd rather have it just to be safe. Also, sorry about the category. I'm still learning. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing fanfiction!


The day I've been waiting all of my life for was nearly here. With high school behind me I was finally ready to move off to college. I'd been saving every penny of mine for years to go to an art school. Now all I had to do was choose one.

"Mom! I think I found the perfect school!" I called as I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "I know what school I'm going to!"

"Alice! Lower your voice. You'll wake the dead yelling like that." My mom scolded.

"Sorry, but I'm excited. Look at this." I exclaim as I hand her a piece of paper. She takes a moment to read the letter from the college.

"Are you sure this is what you want? It's so far away, and how did you even get accepted?" She asked. I knew my mom didn't want me going very far, but I've always wanted to travel.

"I've been looking into studying abroad, and I came across this place. I mailed my stuff in and they sent me the acceptance letter. It's one of the top art schools in England." I explained. My mom stared at the letter for a little while before smiling at me.

"If that's what you really want, then I support you all the way. When do you leave?" She asked.

"You better call or write your old mother every day and let me know that you're safe. Oh, I can't believe you're off to college already. I'm going to be so lonely around here without you." She said as she tucked a piece of my blond hair behind my ear. I gently pushed her hand away. I always hated when people touched my hair.

"Mom, you still have Joey. He's still got a few years with you." I said with a laugh. "Hey, I'm going to go over to Karen's house, okay?"

"Ok, I'll see you when you get home tonight." She gave me a kiss on the cheek. I went back up to my room to grab my cigarettes and guitar and I walked over to Karen's for a band rehearsal. My mom knew that we played together, but she didn't know what kind of music we played. She wouldn't be happy if she found out that we played rock 'n' roll. Karen had been my best friend for years. We grew up together. A few years later we met Emily and Becky and we learned to play instruments and started a little band.

When I arrived at Karen's house I walked in without knocking and found her in the living room. "Your parents are out, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, the whole day. So we have plenty of time to rehearse." She said without looking up from her own guitar.

I sat on the couch next to her and put my feet on the coffee table. "Guess what I got today." I said.

"Some manners?" She joked in return.

"No, I got an acceptance letter from that school in England." I said. Karen looked up and there was a mix of emotions on her face. "What?" I asked in confusion.

"So you're leaving? When?" She said after a long silence.

"Well yeah, I'm leaving. I'm not staying in this fucking town for the rest of my life y'know. In two days I'll be on a plane out of America." I explained. She got up and disappeared into her kitchen. I heard her talking on the phone for a few minutes and then she was back.

"Then we're celebrating today. C'mon, the girls are meeting us at the club down the street. We're sending you out in style." She said.

The four of us spent the night at our favorite club listening to bands play rock 'n' roll and drinking beer that we were able to sneak in.


"Alice, wake up you lazy bitch." I heard a voice saying as someone was shaking me. I groaned as a response and rolled over. Suddenly I was pushed onto the floor of my room. I looked up to see Karen standing over me laughing.

"What the fuck was that for?" I asked as I rubbed my head.

"It's nearly noon! You have to get out of bed sooner or later."

"Then I vote later!" I protested.

"Anyway, you left your guitar at my house yesterday and I figured that I would return it to you." She said as she helped me off the floor. I grabbed a cigarette and sat by the open window as I smoked it. "And I'm here to help you pack your things. I still can't believe you're leaving."

"I can hardly believe it myself. Next week everything is going to be different. A new school, a new place, new-"

"New boyfriend?" she interrupted and we both laughed. "What am I going to do without you? You've been a sister to me for years."

"Don't go getting sappy now. I'll write ya, and call when I get chance." I said and I hugged my best friend. Karen immediately went to my record player and put a record on.

We spent the day singing, dancing and packing. Before she left that night she gave me a hug and said, "You better write to me every day. And remember that I'm only a phone call away if you get lonely."

"I'll write as long as you send me new records!" I joked back. As I went to bed that night I suddenly realized that that was the last time I would see my best friend for a while.