Sarah Lyde is a 20 year old girl who lives in New York and attends NYU. She's smart and beautiful, but is there more to her?
Dax is a 21 year old basketball player for NYU. He's outgoing, sexy, and the dream guy for many. All eyes are on him always...
"Caroline, you can't have the yogurt today. You already had breakfast, baby."
"Sissyyyy, I'm still hungwy."
"Okay fine, i'll bring a pack of gummies for you to eat. Come on, you're gonna be late to school."
I pick up Caroline and take her out to the car to put her in her car seat. I throw my book bag in the passenger seat and put on Moana music. Caroline starts to sing loudly as I pull out of the driveway. We live in a small sage green house. It's two stories but only 2 bed rooms and 2 bathrooms. It has a really nice kitchen and living room. We also has a big deck in the back. Our childhood home.
"Okay, now listen. You're gonna be a good girl today okay Caroli? Promise me you're gonna be good."
"I pinky winky pwomise"
"Good, now I love you and i'll be back soon."
I get back into my white Honda Accord and put on "Good Days" by Sza and drive to school. I arrive to my class building and grabs my things out the passenger seat and head to class. I finally realize what i'm wearing, a white knitted sweater with flared leggings and converse. I kinda like how this sweater feels.
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I'm a full time student at NYU but I also am a manager at a gym nearby. I usually pick which days I want to work, which is amazing when you're a mom, well kinda.
I walk into my class and walk to a seat in the back. I like to sit in the back so I can leave easily if Caroline ever has a problem. Caroli is my little sister but she's practically my daughter. I always call her Caroli or C because I love nicknames. When our mom passed, Caroli was 3 and now she's 5 and in kindergarten. Our father left us after our mother died. So I had to take on the role of mom to Caroline.
"Okay class, today's lecture will be on how technology can be used to better the study of chemistry.
I don't actually want to be in this class but I need it to get the credit, so I don't really pay attention to what this woman is saying. However, I love learning so I take notes and try and learn something useful.
And that's when they walk in. . .
The entitled, loud, and self-absorbed student athletes. Specifically basketball boys. Usually, I don't notice them, but they seemed more excited than usual, I think they have a game or something.
They sat behind me which makes me a little nervous but I focus back on the lesson.
Then it happens, something I also dread. Caroli's school called me. She always has emotionally episodes where she doesn't want anyone else but me and won't stop until I come to her. I've tired to help her but I think she's afraid of me leaving her. Doctors have told me that she will grow out of it, but i'm not so sure.
I grab my stuff quickly and sneak out the door. I race to my car and drive out of my parking spot. I don't even care to put on music because her school is only 10 - 12 mins away.
When I get there she's crying and screaming on the floor. Once she saw me, she stopped immediately and wiped her tears and grabbed her shoes. I knew she was just doing it for me to come get her, yet I don't care. I just want her to be happy. After I sign her out and grab her stuff, I take her back to my campus. By now, class has ended so I need to ask my teacher about any information I missed.
After a few mins of figuring out when our next test is, I drive Caroli and I home and settle for the rest of the evening.
