Somewhere, Someday

14

<A/N at end pretty please!>

"Let's mess with this chick, she's gullible enough, and thinks that everything is a fucking dream."

"Let's do it."

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"Are you serious?" I ask Harry after he told me I should take the class. I was looking at him like he had two heads, this was unlike him.

"Yes, and be prepared because after this we are going to a party." Harry says quickly before I get out of the car and knock on Liam's door. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to a party, but maybe I'd get to know people. Maybe it could be fun.

Liam opens the door moments later with a happy smile on his face. It was nice how he was always so happy even when the world was so corrupt. "Hey." Liam says and welcomes me in. His mother is in the kitchen, and I am happy to see her.

"Hello, Karen. How are you?" I ask her. Once Karen sees me her face lights up. I wonder if it was because she wanted a daughter.

"I'm well Sarah, how are you?" Karen pulls me into a warm hug. The hug that my mother never gave me.

"I'm well, thank you. You look lovely." Karen always looked like the perfect mother and wife. It was nice to see her care so deeply about family, and friends.

"You should've seen her before you came here, she was covered in flour." Liam chimes in the conversation. He had been standing in the kitchen with us the whole time, and I was enjoying this care free time.

"Oh hush up Liam! Isn't there a game on tv you could watch." Karen hits Liam with a dish towel and I can't help but giggle. "Why don't you go tell Derek that Sarah is here." Liam groans and moves from his spot and walks down the hall. The house was always spotless, and nicely decorated. I couldn't help but think it was Karen's little touches, telling me what she likes most. "You look beautiful." Karen says.

I was wearing a navy blue dress and blazer over top. The weather was getting warmer, and I wanted to start wearing more of my summer wardrobe. Summer was always my favorite time of the year. It was also the Fourth of July that made me giddy. I'd always used to say that the fireworks exploding in the sky were everybody's dreams coming alive. It was silly, but it was my weird, and my silly. Is that so wrong?

"Hello Sarah. How are you?" Mr. Lance walks in wearing a sweater vest with a button up under, and khakis on. He looked handsome and all I could think was that Karen was lucky.

"I'm well, thank you." We spend some time small talking in the kitchen, and Karen brings up what she wants to do for Easter. I hadn't really ever had a proper Easter dinner, not because we weren't exactly "catholic" but because my mother always fought with my grandma at family dinners.

"Shall we discuss your classes?" Mr. Lance asks. I nod my head and we head down the hall and into Mr. Lance's study. It was just as I remembered it, very clean and neatly decorated. "Have you decided what classes you might want to dabble in." I've known what classes I wanted to take since an hour ago, and I just hope they aren't full.

"Yes I was hoping to take the classic literary discussion class. Now I know it is for sophomore and up, and I know that it is pretty late in the year. But my passion for classical literature is what makes me want to take this class more than any other class." This class was really the only one I wanted to take, it defined me perfectly.

"The class does still have open spots, and I do indeed think that this class would suite you best." I was glad that Mr. Lance agreed with me and saw the potential I had. He saw someone in me that others need to take awhile to look for.