Of course, they aren’t home.  Lillian is referring to her parents.  She stares in the mirror above her 4 draw dresser tying her hair up in a ponytail.  This is one of those nights she feels lonely.  While she is use to it she hates it at the same time.  All she wants is to spend time with her parents.  To matter in their world.  Seems to be less and less the older she gets.  She understood her parents being gone often as a child.  They wanted her to have the best of everything and she did.  However what she really wanted was their love and attention.  Now that she is in college she thought they would slow down but they haven’t.  Most of her peers would probably love to be in her situation but they probably haven’t been without their parents most of their life.  Lillian grabs her headphones off ehr dresser putting them around her neck.  She swiftly walks tot he closet grabbing a jacket as it is cooler at night.  Lillian ensures she has her taser, phone and keys.  Once she is sure she has everything she leaves the house.

I will head to park and back.  Lillian slides on her headphones glancing around.  Thankfully her parents live in a good area.  She would be lying if she said it wasn’t a little scary out at night.  Way too much darkness and shadows for her liking.  Lillian likes to warm up with a nice medium pace walk.  She does this while listening to a podcast.  Once she is out of her neighborhood she switches out the podcast for some music.  Lillian selects her go to jogging playlist.  She begins to lightly jog. Despite listening to her music Lillian is able to think clearly.

I could be writing right now.  What a waste of time. Lillian hums as she gets tunnel vision.  She has been struggling to write recently.  Writing is her passion, her everything.  She isn’t sure if it is stress or something else.  She doesn’t feel stressed at all.  She is mostly doing the jog to get tired so she can sleep good when she returns to the house alone.  Times like this Lillian wishes she had someone she could talk to.  Going to Valeria University is a great place to meet people but she is much too shy for that.  Everyone seems so mature, well spoken and put together.  Lillian feels like she fits in and other times she doesn’t. 

Maybe I should try something new.  A new hobby or skill perhaps.  What can I really do?  Lillian mind wonders to what other passions she has.  Pottery could be something great.  It would be a rewarding, challenging, and it takes skills.  Then there was drawing.  Drawing can take hours of practice.  It could also help with her writing skills as she could learn to draw her characters or even their environment.  Lillian smiles.  That would be awesome.  After some time Lillian sees the park come into view.  It looks some much different at night.  She reaches the fountain breathing hard from the work she put in.  I shouldn’t have pushed so hard, good lord.  Lillian leans over to catch her breath.  Once she feels calm she stands upright.

Whoa, it is so pretty here at night thinks Lillian.  She looks around the light up fountain that makes the park appear more relaxing and less scary.  Lillian is surprised when she looks around seeing there are more people than she would have thought out this time of night.  Most of them seem to be around her age.  Lillian can’t help but approach the fountain.  She stares down in the water sighing before looking up.  There is a girl that captures her attention.  She looks so full of sorrow.  Lillian shifts her eyes before the girl could catch her staring.  She folds her arms beginning to slowly walk around the main fountain.  I guess I am not the only one dealing with life.

“I’m glad I met you, too Momo,” replies Kasumi.  This was the icing on the cake for Kasumi.  She was anxious about asking Momo for them to exchange numbers.  She wanted to say more but doesn’t want to look desperate.  Momo seems to look up to her.  She doesn’t want to scare her away before they could truly get to know one another.  Kasumi internally becomes emotional because she was beginning to think she wasn’t capable of having friends.  She needs this friendship in more ways than one.  Kasumi digs her phone out of her purse.  The girls exchange phones entering in their info. 

“You know what, I will grab the one I like the most for myself.  I hope you don’t mind.  Great minds think alike!”  Kasumi searched the rack locating one of the dresses in her size.  She doesn’t need to try it on.  She already knows how good she’s going to look.  Kasumi has in mind what shoes and accessories she will be wearing with the dress.  She drapes the dress over her arm as Momo did.  “Come on!  Let’s go pay.  We have so much more shopping to do!” Kasumi came to the mall alone.  Now she has a new friend and shopping partner on her level.  This is going to be great!