Passing college is a difficult task on its own, but imagine what it's like when your final grade rests in the hands of the worlds' favorite rock-star.
As graduation from her local community college approaches, Reese Taylors yearns for some answers...
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Back home in Maple Hills before Maia jetted off to L.A., we spent almost every waking moment together.
Living on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, hidden amongst the valleys and farmlands with the closest Starbucks being a thirty minute drive away, we got creative when it came to finding things to do. We went hiking, swam in my neighbor's lake, pretended we were magical witches and transported across her two acre yard, built a shack off our favorite path out of twigs and stray pieces of driftwood, and on the rare occasion, we would bug one of my siblings to take us to the city and spend the day there.
And after Maia left, my life hadn't changed much. I went hiking with my new friends and once one of us could drive, we went to the city more often, mostly to walk around and enjoy the fresh air outside.
However, walking down Sunset Boulevard with Maia, it's obvious that the girl who once ran barefooted through our yards and made mud pies with her bare hands is long gone.
Like, moved to Antarctica long gone.
Although she has four shopping bags in hand, not counting the three littler ones that she has shoved in the bigger ones, she has come through with the sight-seeing. In the past two hours, I got to see the Hollywood sign, the Walk of Fame, peruse the windows along Hollywood Boulevard, and ate this super sketchy hotdog out of a truck that I'll definitely regret later, but in the moment, it was immensely satisfying.
We finally crash at this cute outside restaurant, finding a table to shade us from the afternoon sun. Using the hair tie on my wrist, I twist my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. There's no breeze, but now the puddle on my neck can hopefully dry from this heat.
I pick up the menu. The prices are decent, some of the lowest I've seen since arriving, but on instinct, my eyes roam for the cheapest item on the menu and hope that I can stomach it.
"My feet are killing me." Maia complains.
"Well rest up." I nudge the spare chair near her. "We have a lot more to do."
Maia drops her head back in a groan. "I never should've shown you my list."
Maia's very detailed list sits in front of me. We've only crossed off a handful of sight-seeing destinations, there's still plenty for us to see.
"You know, I'm kind of surprised you have this all planned out. Since you are the Queen at Procrastinating."
"I only procrastinate the lame, unimportant stuff that I would rather bathe in hot lava than do," her eyes peek at me over her own menu, "but you are important to me. Therefore, I Googled a list of hot sight-seeing destinations so that you get the full L.A. experience since you'll probably never come out here again. I want to be able to do everything and anything before you go back home."
