Fionna danced with all her friends, a red cup in one hand and her graduation cap in the other. On the banister was a large red sigh that read, "Class of 2000". Everyone was smiling and laughing, mostly because over half the people here were already drunk. Today was their graduation. They were adults now. Fionna looked around for her boyfriend, F.P, who she had been dating since her junior year. He was standing around with all his football buddies and was wearing the school's red and black Letterman jacket. She walked up to F.P and smiled.
"There you are." She said, grabbing onto his arm.
"Hey Fi." He said.
"Let's go dance." She said, tugging on his arm. He planted his feet.
"Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you, alone." F.P said.
Fionna smiled. "Alright."
They walked upstairs and went into one of the empty bedrooms of the house. Fionna wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, but he pushed her away.
"What's wrong?" She said.
"Fi, I...I think we should see other people. I mean, you heard what the teachers back at school said. About being adults and making adult decisions. I love you, but I think...I think I need to focus on other things right now. You understand, right?" F.P said.
Tears streamed down Fionna's face, she wiped her eyes, but that only messed up her mascara making her eyes look like black circles. She ran out of the room and down the steps. Her high heels caused her to trip half way down, falling in front of everyone. She stood up and everyone began laughing at her. People were pointing and laughing, especially the guys. She pushed her way through the crowd and ran out the door. She tossed off her heels and ran walked down the street barefoot. That was the night she decided to leave home and would go anywhere else.
Ten Years Later...
Fionna woke up in her king size bed, sunlight filling the room. She got up and walked into her bathroom. Taking off her long T-shirt which she wore as pajamas and getting into the shower. She closed the door, turned on the hot water and let steam fill up the room. She washed herself, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She looked into the foggy mirror. Her blonde hair only went down to her her back. Back in high school, she had the longest hair around, it went down to her feet. Fionna hated thinking about high school. Ever since that horrible night at the graduation party. That's the reason she moved out west to L.A, and never have to deal with the humiliation of her home town in Jersey ever again. She wrapped a towel around herself and went back into her room. She put on her favorite black pants suit, grabbed her keys off of her granite counter and was out the door.
Fionna got into her blue convertible and drove down the street to her job, which she owned. Adventure Gaming Co. It was a video game company that specialized in fighting and adventure games, because that's what she would play when she was younger. It was a successful business, most of her employees were young fresh out of college kids, who wanted to make a living.
"Ms. Murtson!" A young girl with large brown eyes that were filled with hope walked up to Fionna. She was wearing a brown pants suit that matched her hair and eyes. In her hand was a cup of coffee and in the other a stack of papers. "I have your coffee." She said.
"Thank you, Christine." Fionna said, taking the cup from the girl.
"It's Cathy." The girl said, but Fionna had already tuned her out.
Fionna walked into her large office and sat down at her desk, her back facing the large window that showed the beautiful city. Cathy walked into Fionna's office.
"Um...you got a message today." Cathy said, setting down the stack of papers.
"From who?" Fionna said, examining the papers.
"Your mother." Cathy said hesitantly.
Fionna's eyes widened as she looked up at the young girl.
"My...Mother?" She repeated.
"Yes Ma'am." Cathy said, wincing as if she was expecting the coffee to be thrown at her.
"What did she say?" Fionna asked nonchalantly, sitting up straight.
"She said hello, and said that next week is your high school reunion. She said she was hoping you'd stop by and visit." Cathy said.
Fionna sighed loudly. "Say I have a very important business meeting next week or something." Fionna said, waving Cathy away.
"Yes Ma'am." Cathy nodded and left the room.
Fionna turned around in her swivel chair and looked out at the city. She hadn't been back to her home town in ten years. Every year, her mother would always try to invite her home to visit. Each year Fionna declined. Her phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hello Ms. Murtons, I'm afraid A&A Music won't be doing business with you." The man said.
"What? No. That's can't be. I-I talked with one of the producers, Ronnie Calvin. He said would make the soundtrack for our newest game." Fionna said.
"Well, unfortunately things have changed. I'm sorry." He said.
"Wait. I want to speak with your supervisor." Fionna demanded.
"My supervisor is the CEO Ms. Murtons." He said.
"Put him on the line." Fionna said through her teeth.
"He's gone. On vacation for the next few days. Won't be back for a week." He said.
"I see. This isn't over." Fionna said, slamming the phone down. She put her head down on the desk and tried to think.
"Ms. Murtons, is everything okay?" Cathy said, poking her head into the office.
"GET OUT!" Fionna yelled.
Cathy closed the door quickly. Fionna sat up and sighed.
"Caitlyn, I'm sorry."
Cathy opened the door and walked in slowly. "It's Cathy." She said.
"Cathy. I'm sorry. It's just things aren't going well for me." Fionna said.
"Was that A&A Music?" Cathy said.
Fionna nodded.
"Why don't you just fly out to New York and go talk with them in person." Cathy suggested.
"That's not a bad idea. You know what, book me a flight to New York." Fionna said.
Cathy smiled. "Yes Ma'am."
Cathy booked Fionna the soonest flight to New York City, which was in two days. Fionna packed her bags, making sure to bring coats because it was cold and snowing. She hated the cold, one of the many reasons she moved to L.A. She got on her plane and sat first class as she always did when she flew. Fionna got cozy in her seat and closed her eyes, falling asleep.
"Excuse me, miss?" Fionna opened her eyes and looked at the flight attendant. "Due to weather, the plane has landed at a closer destination. Please exit the plane." She said.
Fionna stretched her arms and yawned loudly. She got off the plane and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the cold. "Where exactly am I?" She asked a flight attendant.
"Morristown, New Jersey." The flight attendant said.
Fionna's eyes widened. "No. No. No. NO! Please tell me you're joking?" Fionna shouted.
"I'm afraid not." She said.
"Then get me on the next plane to New York." Fionna demanded.
"Almost all airports are closing due to weather. I doubt you'll be able to get on a plane until next week." She said.
Fionna stormed to the airport where she grabbed her bags and got a taxi. She opened the door and pushed her bags over to the other side of the seat. She sat down and closed the door. "Where to miss?" The driver said.
Fionna told him her mother's address. "Home." She grumbled.