Post by Alexandria Morrison on Jun 16, 2011 14:09:53 GMT -8
I walked into Starbucks coffee fully expecting to see my best friend, Leo. We had talked for weeks about meeting up after I had moved from BC to dull Alberta. There's nothing wrong with Alberta, don't get me wrong. But it lacks the thriving forests and ocean beaches that BC has so many of.
Leo was going to be my comfort. I turned to him for everything. When my grandmother passed away, he was there. When my sister came down with pneumonia and we though she was going to die, guess who was there? Leo. And now that I had moved away from him, I didn't know who to turn to anymore. When I had heard that he was going on a road trip with his father, my entire mood lifted. For the past three weeks, I had been a loner, and now I could finally sit in a public place and NOT feel like everyone was staring at my clear friendlessness.
"What can I get for you?" The barista asked in a nasally voice. I took a quick look at the menu, but who was I kidding. I'm super boring. I always get the same thing.
"Can I get a tall white-chocolate mocha, please?" Mmm, mochas. My favourite.
"That'll be three dollars and fifty three cents, please." I handed her the money and sat down at one of the available tables. Alone.
Leo wasn't coming. I knew it. I checked my phone and sure enough, there was a text from him. He said he had to save our get together for a later date, otherwise he and his dad would miss the concert they were attending in Montreal. Heartbroken, I slumped even further into my chair, and drowned myself in mocha goodness.
Leo was going to be my comfort. I turned to him for everything. When my grandmother passed away, he was there. When my sister came down with pneumonia and we though she was going to die, guess who was there? Leo. And now that I had moved away from him, I didn't know who to turn to anymore. When I had heard that he was going on a road trip with his father, my entire mood lifted. For the past three weeks, I had been a loner, and now I could finally sit in a public place and NOT feel like everyone was staring at my clear friendlessness.
"What can I get for you?" The barista asked in a nasally voice. I took a quick look at the menu, but who was I kidding. I'm super boring. I always get the same thing.
"Can I get a tall white-chocolate mocha, please?" Mmm, mochas. My favourite.
"That'll be three dollars and fifty three cents, please." I handed her the money and sat down at one of the available tables. Alone.
Leo wasn't coming. I knew it. I checked my phone and sure enough, there was a text from him. He said he had to save our get together for a later date, otherwise he and his dad would miss the concert they were attending in Montreal. Heartbroken, I slumped even further into my chair, and drowned myself in mocha goodness.