7.
New Jersey. Delaware. Texas. Alabama. Oklahoma. Manhattan. Boston.
Mary Aldridge. Elizabeth Bey. Patricia Macully. Jane-Marie Smith. Alicia Hanes. Tanya Baeur.
Sydney sighed. She was here now. Here in this dirty, dank motel room with nothing but a duffel bag and a couple thousand left at the bank.
Starting a new life was harder than she had expected. But she had faced bigger hardships before and life had always gone on. And this was no exception. It was merely another road toward a new destination.
She just wished she had a friend.
Putting her duffel bag on the bed, she sighed and took out her laptop.
To: mcvaughn@hotmail.com
From: runlola@yahoo.com
Message: Hey
"Hey Vaughn,
What is this? The fourth or fifth or sixtieth e-mail that I am writing to you that you won't read?
Don't worry. I'm not sending it. Since when did I become that stupid? Not that you would worry because you don't know.
Just wanted to let you know that I'm fine. I got a job as a salesperson at the GAP. Supposedly I have a winning smile and the kids like me.
So yay for me. I have to say that yes, this is a very different sort of life. But this is me and this is me living it.
I've been wondering how you were but haven't worked up the nerve yet. Probably never will.
I know what you're thinking. I know that I'm not supposed to be afraid of anything. Or that I never act like I am anyway. But I am.
I'm really scared. For the first time in my life, I'm alone with absolutely no direction. I just came to Boston a week ago so I haven't made any friends yet. But I'm sure I will so don't worry about that.
I hope you're doing fine.
So, I guess this is it.
Oh, by the way, this is Sydney. You know. Your former asset. I made this e-mail address a couple days ago. I was bored on the plane and I realized that I am Lola.
So here's to Lola. And to Michael.
-Syd."
Just like she always did, she hesitated before placing the mouse on the cancel button. Even though she knew she would eventually push it, she always seemed to have an inner battle when it came to this part.
It felt like she was erasing Michael.
But it had to be done. Knowing him, he would try to find her. And she couldn't let that happen. She'd been alone for half a year now. She could go on.
She closed her eyes and clicked the button. And sneezed.
Realizing what could have happened, she opened her eyes suddenly, breath catching in her throat.
"Message Sent.
Save Name And Address in Address Book?"
TBC...
Hmmm…Becky is right, there really is no plot to this story… I wrote all 8 chapters while I was in Vegas and now I'm thinking that I left the storyline there too.
So…if you want to give me suggestions, hints, or even if you just to tell me that I should stop because this story sucks (but please be nice about it)…go ahead.
-Jenn