Clara was looking out from the roof of her and her friend Amy's apartment building.
She liked it here; it was sort of an escape where she could be alone and take a break from studying.
Clara liked staring at the sky feeling the cool breeze and watching the people below walking by.
She was waiting for Amy to return from her fancy book release party. Clara wanted to go but her father said no that she had to study.
It wasn't easy having the Dean of students as a father, she did love him but he was so strict that she never had a boyfriend.
Clara could still hear his words in her mind. "You can start dating after graduation, Clara."
Still even if could date she was just too busy with school.
"I wish mum was alive she was always good at talking to him." She thought.
She smiled at the night sky and imagined that her mother was on one of those stars.
Clara leaned back and sighed. "I wonder how Amy's doing at the party."
Amy stood on the balcony and picked at the sequins of her blue dress.
Her feet were killing her and she was bored; she sat on the ground and tucked her knees under chin and stared at the cracks on the stone flooring.
Amy Pond came from a wealthy Scottish family; she was a young, beautiful and a successful author.
She could buy anything, go anywhere and date anybody.
It was fun at first but now she was miserable; she was tired of the parties, the fame and all the fake people she had to deal with particularly the guys.
All Amy wanted was someone who was genuine, sure she had her grammar school pals Clara and Jack but she really wanted to just once even for a second meet a guy who didn't care who she was.
But there was no chance of that happening not if her snobby parents had anything to say about it.
Suddenly Amy mother's irritating voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Amy? Amy dear!"
Amy rolled her eyes and stood back up. "I swear I'll be glad when I go back to college tomorrow."
She turned and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Pond. "Hi, mum."
Her mother looked concerned. "Did you invite Jack?"
Amy looked over at Jack; she knew Jack had a reputation but he was her friend and wanted him here.
She sighed. "Yes, I did."
Mrs. Pond sniffed. "He should just be glad he's a Captain or he'd be thrown out."
She left in a huff.
Amy rubbed her eyes and groaned.
"You okay?" She heard Jack ask.
Amy grunted.
"Is she complaining about me again?"
She nodded.
"Ah, mission accomplished!" Jack grinned.
Amy chuckled.
"Oh, Amy, Charles here wants to dance with you again!" Her mum called to her.
She cringed at the thought of her poor feet.
She looked desperately at Jack.
"You want to go home?" He asked.
"Like the minute I came here!" Amy hissed.
Jack nodded and helped Amy sneak out the party and took her home.
Clara heard a car door slam and peered down at Amy saying bye to Jack.
"Hey Amy!" She shouted.
Amy looked up and waved. "Hang on I'll up in a second!"
Clara waited for Amy anxiously; she couldn't wait to hear about the party.
Amy opened the door and exhaled.
"Hi, how was it?" Clara asked.
"Boring and painful." She grumbled.
Clara looked at her funny. "Painful?"
Amy pointed at her heels. "My feet."
She laughed. "Let me guess Charles?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Who else?"
"You look lovely." Clara said.
"I look like a blue sparkly feather duster." Amy grumbled.
Amy leaned over the edge and looked out at the neighborhood.
"I swear Clara, I'm tired of this! I'm tired of the parties, I'm tired of my parents and I'm tired of shoes that pinch my feet!"
She watched Amy take the heels and throw them over the side of the building.
Clara gave a sympathetic pat on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
She shrugged and wiped her eyes. "It's my fault I wanted to be a famous author."
"Does that mean you don't want to be a writer anymore?"
Amy shook her head. "I still want to write but I can't even write what I want."
She sighed. "So what do you want instead?"
"I want to do things with my red hair, I want to wear street clothes and tennis shoes, I want to write about things I want and I want to meet an honest guy." Amy replied.
Amy glanced at her. "Is that unreasonable?"
Clara shook her head. "No, however your parents may think differently."
She scowled. "Screw my folks."
"It'll get better." Clara promised.
She grunted.
Clara smirked. "Come let's get some sleep."
Amy nodded and followed her friend back inside.