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She was sick of this city. Everyone was connected through everyone else. Most were connected to each other to old school acquaintances. She referred to them merely as acquaintances because not many were her friends in grade school and high school. Those that were turned on her before she was out.
Every time she met someone in college who was from the city originally seemingly came from a different parochial school than her. The conversation always went the same way:
"Oh, you went to Purcell? Ya, I went to *insert high school here, more than likely a same-sex high school* Hey did you know so-and-so? Ya, we went to grade school together. Oh my God, weren't they great?! Well next time you see them tell them I said 'Hi!'"
"Well, really, we didn't talk much in high school."
"Oh, really? That's weird, they were so nice. Except for to a few of these chicks. You probably knew them. One was real goth. Another hung out with these freak boys. There was this other girl too...oh and these boys the one chick hung out with..."
"Ya, those 'freak boys' were my friends...and I was that chick. Hi, it's nice to meet you. You're angel of a friend tormented me."
"Oh, that couldn't have been you."
She'd walk away after that and never speak to that person.
The city was just too small. Everyone on the East Side was probably related to everyone else as it is. She just needed to get out.
On top of that, she had fallen out of love with a guy. A guy that apparently couldn't get over her. She thought he was going to leave the city, but he stayed instead, and had his friends harass her to boot.
It was getting too confining. She was always picking up shifts for people at her job (an on-campus job) and had to deal with so many politics there. It wasn't worth the pay.
She was getting sick of it. So, one day, she hopped into her 14 year-old truck and just drove with whatever she could fit in the back of the cab. She just drove and didn't plan on coming back.
Every time she met someone in college who was from the city originally seemingly came from a different parochial school than her. The conversation always went the same way:
"Oh, you went to Purcell? Ya, I went to *insert high school here, more than likely a same-sex high school* Hey did you know so-and-so? Ya, we went to grade school together. Oh my God, weren't they great?! Well next time you see them tell them I said 'Hi!'"
"Well, really, we didn't talk much in high school."
"Oh, really? That's weird, they were so nice. Except for to a few of these chicks. You probably knew them. One was real goth. Another hung out with these freak boys. There was this other girl too...oh and these boys the one chick hung out with..."
"Ya, those 'freak boys' were my friends...and I was that chick. Hi, it's nice to meet you. You're angel of a friend tormented me."
"Oh, that couldn't have been you."
She'd walk away after that and never speak to that person.
The city was just too small. Everyone on the East Side was probably related to everyone else as it is. She just needed to get out.
On top of that, she had fallen out of love with a guy. A guy that apparently couldn't get over her. She thought he was going to leave the city, but he stayed instead, and had his friends harass her to boot.
It was getting too confining. She was always picking up shifts for people at her job (an on-campus job) and had to deal with so many politics there. It wasn't worth the pay.
She was getting sick of it. So, one day, she hopped into her 14 year-old truck and just drove with whatever she could fit in the back of the cab. She just drove and didn't plan on coming back.