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over to help me get ready. Once I get back to my room I grab the book that I have been reading. I love how books let you escape, how one minute you’re lying on your bed alone and with the turn of a page you’re in a foreign land, painted in your mind by the author. Whether it is in the past, a different country or even a completely different world entirely, it’s a great way to escape. Reading really got me through living with my Mom. She kept me away from the outside world, choosing to home school me. I really didn’t have any friends at all.
    I lose myself in the book, reading about a girl that  sacrifices everything for her Sister to make sure that she will not have to experience pain and fear in her life.
    Reading is relaxing too. I must have fallen asleep because there is a loud banging on my door.  I wipe the drool from my chin and look at the clock; it is already four so it must be Chelsey knocking.
    Chelsey barges into my door before I can even begin to get up. She is still wearing the hot pink sweats and a white tank-top that she had on earlier. She throws herself onto my bed next to me, tos ses my book to the floor and gives me a big hug. I squeeze her back and push her away, so that I can take a look at her and make sure that everything is alright.
    "I’m so excited about you and me going on a date with E ddie and Keagan!" she tells me in a singsong voice. “But I don't know what I am more excited about, me and Eddie or you and Keagan!" When I give her a quizzical look she begins to elaborate.
    "Well, I knew that Eddie was going to eventually come around, I mean come on who can resist this." With this she strikes a pose and batting her eyelashes, she blows me a kiss.
    I roll around on the bed in laughter, cracking up at my cr azy best friend. She laughs too and neither of us can stop. I get up from the bed and between hiccups I ask Chelsey "So, how come Keagan and I make you excited?"
    She gets a serious look on her face, sits up on my bed and crosses her legs. She pats the space next to her, ind icating for me to take a seat. As I sit next to her I roll my eyes, still with a smile on my face I say "Chelsey Moore, sometimes you can be so dramatic!"
    Her reply catches me off guard
    "I was worried about you Trish. There are times when you just seem so sad; you've told me some things about how you grew up. I know that there are some other things that you have not shared with me too. I can tell that something is really weighing on your heart. You seem much happier recently, especially now that Keagan has been paying attention to you. You just seem to light up when you’re around him or even when you just talk about him. I want you to be happy." She once again throws her arms around me and then jumps off the bed pulling me up along with her.
    She has a point, I have been sullen since arriving here, but have started to slowly put the resentment I feel for my Mom behind me. I like the place I’m at right now. "I couldn’t Imagine having a friend that is better than you Chelsey, you are absolutely amazing. Thank you for always being there for me. You’re one of the main reasons that I am happier just recently" I tell her.
    She gives me a smile of acknowledgement “Time to get our sexy on Miss Trish!” She turns on the radio that sits on my bedside table, tuning it to our favorite station, Radio 94.7. Dog Days are over by Florence and the Machine fills my room. Chelsey cranks up the volume and dances over towards my closet.
    I have an awesome wardrobe. It’s something that Mom and I used to love doing together on the weekends. We would take roadtrips to find these fun little boutiques. When we went on vacation we always came back with more clothes than when we left. We would find the coolest and craziest, unique clothes. Chelsey loves my closet and takes any chance she can to dress us up. We’re the exact same size, so that makes things a lot easier.
    Chelsey rummages inside my closet for a few