Once In a Lifetime

When I finally pulled myself together and went downstairs to help mom with the groceries I felt jumpy and on edge, hoping she wouldn't bring up anything that had to do with Louis.

Its been ten minutes, and she hasn't brought anything like that up, but I'm not really in the mood to spend the day with her again. If I'm really back for good, I need to get my life here going. I need to go out and make friends, or see old friends I guess. It's going on the fourth day and I still haven't seen Izzy. Gosh I miss her. My mom pulls me from my thoughts when she asks about my plans for today.

"Well I was actually thinking about seeing Izzy today, I might go over to her house once I finish helping you and get ready." I tell her in a matter of fact tone. I mean I'm 22, she can"t control me forever.

"Oh... okay. You still talk to her?" She asks me, I can tell she's nervous about something.

"Yeah, she's my best friend mom, I never stopped talking to her after I left." I tell her, I have an attitude with her at this point, but I just cant help it.

"I didn't realize. You know she stayed friends with that boy after you left, right?" She says to me, I can tell she's trying to make me angry as venomous words seep from her mouth.

"I know that mom. We were all close, I didn't expect them to stop being friends because I left. And he has a name remember? It's Louis Tomlinson. Remember him?" I reply with just as much venom in my words as hers.

"I don't care what his name is Kara, he was no good for you and your better not have spoken to him after you left." She says to me, obviously angry with me.

"Don't worry, I didn't. I haven't spoken to him since the night I told him I was leaving. Now if we're done here, I'm going to get ready to go to Izzy's house." I say, exasperated with her and this conversation.

I go to my room and start getting ready to go to Izzy's. I decide that since I'm walking there I should look nice, after all I would rather not look like a bum if I run into anyone I used to go to school with. I curl my long dark hair into loose curls, framing my face just right. I apply a small amount of mascara and a little bit of lipgloss, just to liven up my pale face.

I decide to wear my dark skinny jeans, brown riding boots, and a blue button down with a cream sweater over top. I'll admit, my style changed a lot when I moved to America. It went from slight sophistication to an all-American classic. No doubt I'd stand out a little now that I'm back home. I decide to text Izzy and let her know that I'm coming over.

To Izzy
Hey Im coming over, my mom finally let me get out.

From Izzy
Great! I need your help with some stuff anyway. I can't wait to see my best friend!

My mom doesn't say anything to me as I walk out the door. Great, she is mad at me again. I sigh out. I can't believe she actually started that fight. I honestly didn't see it coming.

As I walk through my neighborhood to get to Izzy's house, I can't help but to remember all the amazing memories I had here. From when mom and dad were still together and they brought me out to the park, to when Izzy and I would hang out and walk through town at 3am, just enjoying ourselves. I can even smile when the happy memories Louis and I shared here come to mind. Its been so long, that I almost forgot all of the happy memories he and I had shared before what happened. We really did love each other so much, with everything we had, but I guess it couldn't conquer everything. I wonder if had things been different those last few months, we would still be together.

Before I know it I'm at Izzy's house. I slowly walk up to the brown front door of the quaint red brick house. I knock, but Izzy doesn't come right away. I can feel my cheeks turning red from how cold it is right now, after all its almost Christmas time. Finally the door opens and Izzy pulls me in for a giant hug.

"You don't have to knock silly, did you forget? Gosh I've missed you!" She squeals, still not letting me go from the hug.

With that we go inside, where memories of my teenage years come flooding back to me.

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