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Kendrie flew into Delaware from Maine. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement as she set foot on campus, relieved to be back at St. Andrew’s. Being away from this place for the summer made her realize how much she had missed it. The familiar brick buildings, the sprawling green lawns, and the bustling energy of the students coming and going—it all felt like a comforting embrace. But now, just a few days later, that initial excitement seems to have faded. As she sat in my dorm room, she can’t shake this nagging feeling of homesickness. Maybe it was a mistake to come back to school so soon. She suddenly longing for the familiar sights and sounds of her hometown, the smell of the ocean breeze, and the quiet solitude of her childhood room. Of Noah, her brother. That’s why, without a second thought, Kendrie booked a flight back home. She didn’t even botherpacking, just grabbed her toiletries and headed to the airport. It felt impulsive, but she knew she needed a brief escape from this restless feeling. Two days may not be enough to cure her homesickness, but it’s better than nothing.
As the plane descended over my hometown, I could see the familiar landscape below. The small houses lined along the coast, the lobster boats docked at the harbor, and the picturesque lighthouse that always symbolized the essence of Maine. It felt like taking a deep breath after being submerged underwater for too long—a necessary refreshment for my weary soul.
Kendrie needed a moment to herself so she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air before the assembly. As she walked towards the campus parking lot, she couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation. It was then, in the midst of her thoughts, that she heard a familiar rumble in the distance. Her eyes frantically scanned the parking lot, searching for the source of the sound. And there it was, a bright red truck that seemed to have come straight out of a Hallmark movie. Its gleaming exterior caught her attention, and she couldn’t help but notice that it seemed even shinier than when she last saw it.
But as her gaze lingered on the truck, her excitement grew mixed with a touch of nervousness. She knew exactly who that truck belonged to—Ethan, a…good friend of hers. Pulling herself together—for goodness sakes—Kendrie forced herself to look away from the truck just as its door swung open. She averted her gaze to the surrounding trees, minimal as they were on campus, pretending to be engrossed in the beauty of nature.
Without looking directly, she could feel the weight of someone’s gaze on her. Her intuition told her it was Ethan. The energy in the air shifted, and a tingle of anticipation ran down Kendrie’s spine. She mustered all her courage, taking a deep breath, and finally turned her gaze back towards him. And—gosh was he always such a slow walker?
@Bluecookies • Ethan • hope this works!!
First Day Outfit
How could I not add one
Minus dainty purse