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Kimberly heard the news; and she was ecstatic. A little mad at first but all in all extremely happy. Her sister's wedding was a success --- and even though she wasn't there to celebrate with them; Kimberly was still proud.
"When we renew our vows I'll have you by my side, 'kay?" Her sister's voice came in so clearly through the phone line. Almost as if she were in the next room. Kimberly nodded as if she could see her. She snickered at herself and responded, "I can't wait."
And honestly she couldn't. Her and her sister were so close, and the separation was taking a toll on the two. They talked every other night; discussions about visiting each other, vacation times that were coming up. But between Kimberly's school and job schedule and Brit's demanding position at the New York office of CTU, it wasn't as easy as it sounded.
The room was dimly lit. Blinds fully shut, blocking out the view of downtown LA. Usually the blinds would be wide open, but then so would Kimberly's eyes, staring into the distance below. She got so easily distracted when she was alone. Able to drift off into her own little world. It had nothing to do with ADD, although her Father couldn't help and tease her about that. She was just a dreamer. Not a spacey dreamer; a rational dreamer. She thought about her sister, which usually lead to her Mother -- hell she thought about her family in general; then that cute guy in Calculus.
Calculus. That usually brought her back to reality. Back to the homework laid spread out before her across the blankets of her bed. A sigh left her lips; why did she have to take this class? She wasn't a math major. But she had a feeling that didn't matter, no one in her class was as interested in math as the teacher was -- it was just one of those wonderful education systems of America.
A slender finger was pushing against the end of a wooden pencil. In turn the tip of the eraser tapped continuously against the padded spread out papers. Her eyes left heavy soon followed by her upper arms. As fatigue won her over, she laid her head down across the unfinished homework, belly down; crumbling the edges of the papers in the process. She kicked her feet up behind her restlessly like a little kid. Her eyes drifted to some other paper work not pertaining to Calculus. She reached across the heavy textbook and retrieved the paper. The semester was almost over -- she was going to be entering her senior year and only had a few more days to sign up for next semester. A single digit flipped through the papers of the course book, just another chore she wasn't looking forward to doing. Or was she? Her gaze drifted further across her bed; various college pamphlets, internships and places for hire. She retrieved one in particular, a smile lighting up her face.
She made a bunch of calls the next day --- mostly with the help of her Father. It was going to take a few days but he thought it was a great idea; and mostly importantly knew he could pull it off.
Slender digits rapidly dialed a familiar number. Why didn't she just use speed dial? She rolled her eyes at herself and dismissed the thought as the phone started to ring on the other side.