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February DOTM | A Day in the Life


 

I thought about splitting this into two parts but there's really no point because we're halfway through Februay already and I've missed three Saturdays already XD So instead of making lame excuses about school and rain and family and such, I'm not gonna apologize for my inconsistency and so I'll just dump a bunch of posts for y'all. XD Enjoy!

A Day in the Life

I stashed my bag beneath the bench on the sidewalk of a suburban street and collapsed on the hard wood. Running across the country for a good two days proved itself challenging, especially when everybody and their sister recognized you.

I sighed and almost reached for an instrument when I realized I didn't have anything to play. Music was my therapy, and I didn't have any with me. My phone was officially dead and my credit card was canceled by my manager.


My mind tried to replay everything that had happened in the past few days, in the past few weeks, in the past few months. Could I please just not overthink everything for a minute? Dead exhausted, I leaned back and stared up at the sky.


ā€œHey, hey, are you okay?ā€ I blinked rapidly, being tapped by a stranger. ā€œOh, oh, good, youā€™re alive.ā€ 

ā€œYeah, yeah, Iā€™m alive,ā€ I mumbled, shifting positions. Everything ached, my throat was parched from dehydration, my stomach growled at me. 

ā€œAre you alright?ā€ I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the owner of the voice. Through blurry vision, I assumed she wasnā€™t much older than me. And was that the sun heading down toward the horizon? Had I napped all afternoon?!



ā€œUh, yeah, Iā€™mā€¦ Iā€™m fine.ā€ I stretched for a second and moved to get up.

ā€œIā€™ve never seen you in these parts before,ā€ she gave me a curious look and barked.

No, wait, she didn't bark. It was the dog next to her. Right. My brain was still turned off.

ā€œYeah, Iā€™mā€¦ Iā€™m not really from around here. Actually-ā€ I glanced around. ā€œWhere am I?ā€

ā€œOh, are you lost?ā€


Good alternative answer, and she practically handed it to me on a silver platter.

ā€œVery. My Uber dropped me off at the wrong spot last night and my phone is dead and-ā€ I employed every acting skill I had to play out my little lie. 

ā€œOh no, thatā€™s awful!ā€ she genuinely looked concerned for me, a stranger. She told me the exact location, which meant literally nothing except that it was in the deep South. ā€œWhere were you supposed to go?ā€

ā€œWell, I was supposed to be visiting my cousin. And I could tell you the address if my battery hadnā€™t given out on me.ā€ Mentally, I was already fabricating an imaginary cousin. Just so long as she didn't turn me in to the police.

ā€œHey, come home with me, you can charge your phone, get some food and water, rest a little, and let your cousin know. Iā€™m sure sheā€™s worried sick about you.ā€

Right, like all caring Southern people. For all I knew, no one cared about me, really. Just my money. 

ā€œReally?ā€ I stood up. ā€œWonā€™t people mind?ā€

ā€œOf course not! My home is always welcome to anyone who needs a place. No one will mind at all! Come on.ā€

ā€œThanks.ā€ I shrugged my bags over my shoulders.

ā€œThis is Honey,ā€ she reached down and patted her dog. ā€œDo you have any pets?ā€

ā€œHeh, no,ā€ I kept my distance from the animal. 

ā€œOh my goodness, Iā€™m so sorry. Iā€™m Elly,ā€ she stuck out her hand awkwardly. ā€œI completely forgot to introduce myself.ā€

ā€œNo problem,ā€ We exchanged a firm handshake. ā€œIā€™m Hope.ā€

ā€œSo nice to meet you! My sisters will love having you.ā€
ā€œSisters? How many do you have?ā€

ā€œEight!ā€ 

I nearly choked. ā€œEight?!ā€

ā€œJosi, Jules, me, Madi, Mia, Kat, Kit, Sam, Amy.ā€

ā€œGoodness.ā€

ā€œDo you have any siblings?ā€

ā€œNopeā€¦ just me. Only child.ā€

ā€œYou poor dear!ā€

Poor dear? Right, the South. Iā€™d seen plenty of stereotypical TV shows and movies about it.


ā€œWhere are you from?ā€

Good question, one I didn't know the answer to. 

ā€œHawaii.ā€ I gave my birthplace, easy enough. Make it more convincing. Right, the deal of a lie is in the details. ā€œI was supposed to spend a couple months with my cousin.ā€

ā€œWell, you can definitely hang out at my house until we contact your cousin.ā€ Elly strode ahead and I continued to follow, keeping a good distance of personal space. 

She led the way into a nice building that seemed rather inviting. I heard several voices blending into a colorful sound that made the house seem full and happy. What a nice idea. Idealistic, but nice.

ā€œHmm, I donā€™t know where everyone is. Let me go check, make yourself at home. Thereā€™s an outlet if youā€™d like to charge your phone.ā€


ā€œThatā€™d be great, thanks,ā€ I murmur, digging through my bags.


ā€œJust picked up Kat from volleyball, dropped off Mia at dance, Kit is tutoring, Amyā€™s up in her room drawing, Sam and Madi are writing, Jules is probably making another TikTok instead of doing homework-ā€ a dark headed girl dropped the keys on the table and checked a chart on the wall. ā€œI think thatā€™s everyone. Where have you been, Elly?ā€

ā€œJosi, this is Hope!ā€ Elly announced, causing Josi to turn around.

ā€œOh, hi! Friend from school?ā€


ā€œUm, actually-ā€ I placed my phone on the side table. 

ā€œNew friend that I just met, sheā€™s lost and on her way to her cousinā€™s house but-ā€

ā€œUber dropped me off at the wrong spot, Iā€™m really directionally challenged and Iā€™ve been traveling for several days and jetlagged.ā€ I interjected. 

ā€œOh no, thatā€™s not good. Where does your cousin live?ā€ Josi questioned.

ā€œAs soon as my phone will turn on, I can tell you. Like I said, Iā€™m awful with directions and even worse with memorizing addresses.ā€


ā€œTotally fine.ā€ Elly reassured me.

ā€œIā€™m so sorry, youā€™re crazy busy and I hate to intrude and waste your time, if I can just get my phone to work Iā€™ll be on my way-ā€

ā€œNo, no,ā€ Josi exclaimed. ā€œDonā€™t worry about it. Weā€™re always happy to have someone new here. Ellyā€™s the best at bringing in stray puppies and kittens and new friends in need of assistance. She has a huge heart full of compassion.ā€ Elly blushed a little and dipped her head.

ā€œThank you so much,ā€ I smiled and looked down at my phone. ā€œLetā€™s see if I can find that addressā€¦ā€ I opened GoogleMaps and picked the first city that I saw. ā€œHow far is Savannah from here?ā€

ā€œOh goodness, sweet girl, thatā€™s a good five hours. Itā€™s on the other side of the state.ā€

ā€œIā€™d better get going. Let me call an Uber and-ā€



ā€œNo, no, donā€™t get in an Uber at this time of night, itā€™s already dark outside. If your cousin is alright with it, we always have a spare bed. Youā€™re actually sitting on the fold out couch. Just spend the night here and head out in the morning.ā€

ā€œYou sure?ā€ I let my fingers hover over my phone, pretending to text my cousin.

ā€œIf she needs to call me, I can give you my number,ā€ Josi nodded confidently. ā€œIā€™m totally sure.ā€

ā€œShe doesnā€™t really care where I am, no one does,ā€ I shrugged nonchalantly, unaware of how it came across.

ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ Elly gently touched my arm.

ā€œNah, itā€™s fine, itā€™s life, my life,ā€ I shrugged again. ā€œThank you again. If youā€™re sure, Iā€™m too tired to refuse your generous offer.ā€

ā€œAbsolutely, youā€™re probably Julesā€™s size,ā€ Josi surveyed me. ā€œElly, grab some pajamas so she doesnā€™t have to dig through her bags.ā€

ā€œThis is too much, thank you,ā€ I follow Elly down a hall. A couple of the girls mentioned were in some of the rooms, busy working on something or another.


ā€œMy pleasure,ā€ she smiled, disappearing into a closet. ā€œHere, try these. Super soft, Iā€™ve borrowed them before.ā€ I returned the grin and followed her directions to a nearby place I could change. When I returned, Elly was also ready for bed. 

ā€œJosi set up the fold-out bed in the living room, I hope thatā€™s alright. Help yourself to any drinks or snacks, thereā€™s leftovers in the fridge.ā€ Elly looked down at her pajamas. ā€œI should probably let the others know itā€™s time for bed. Maybe you can meet everyone tomorrow morning? Make yourself at home.ā€


ā€œThanks,ā€ I nodded, following her instructions. I got water and a snack, brushed my teeth, and then crawled into the inviting bed.

ā€œGood night, Hope,ā€ Josi whispered as she headed upstairs, the house growing quiet.

ā€œGood night, thank you for everything.ā€

ā€œMy pleasure!ā€


Everything got quiet, pretty much silent. Yet my mind wouldnā€™t sleep, it needed music. Several hours passed in the darkness, just staring up at the ceiling, tossing and turning.


Finally, giving up hope of sleep, I crept across to the room to the keyboard I had seen earlier. In the dim light shining from the kitchen, I turned the volume down almost as low as it would go and gently set my fingers upon the keys.

Like magic, a new melody drifted softly from the keyboard, each note dissolving some stress and worries for the moment.


For a few minutes, it was just the piano music, but words formed in my head and I couldnā€™t keep from whisper singing.

ā€œLet me be a part of your world,ā€ I swayed slowly to my song.


ā€œHope? Hope?ā€ At the mention of my name, I froze, the music halting. My fingers trembled, my heart thudded. Turning around slowly, I couldnā€™t muster enough courage to meet Josiā€™s eyes.

ā€œI-Iā€™m sorry I woke you upā€¦ I couldnā€™t sleep and I-ā€

ā€œNo, itā€™s fine, I needed water.ā€ Josi turned on a lamp and then gasped. ā€œHope?!ā€

I sucked in a tight breath when I realized what had been brought to life.
I had completely forgotten about my wig.
"We need to talk."



A few minutes later, after sitting down, Josi handed a mug to me, and looked into my eyes. ā€œIā€™m concerned, Iā€™m curious, and Iā€™m confused. I want to give you the benefit of the doubt but I donā€™t know how much to trust you since you lied to me.ā€

ā€œIā€™ll tell the truth. Everything. I promise.ā€

Why? Why was I doing this? She had a sense about herā€¦

ā€œMy middle name is Hope. My real name is Lanea Hope.ā€ I paused to check her body language for some sign of recognition but she simply furrowed her brow in more confusion. ā€œIā€™m running away but please donā€™t call the police, no one cares about me except for my fame.ā€

ā€œFame?ā€

ā€œI just came from the third awards ceremony this year. Iā€™m a singer and actress and social media influencer.ā€


ā€œI knew Iā€™d heard the name before.ā€

ā€œIā€™m so tired of that life, I just wanted to get away. I know I canā€™t escape forever. Theyā€™ll put a search out once I donā€™t show up to the show tomorrow.ā€

ā€œWhereā€™s the show?ā€

ā€œHehā€¦ California?ā€ I bit my lip. ā€œI-I knowā€¦ I know you have no reason to trust me but please donā€™t make me go back, I canā€™t handle another show, I canā€™t be abused by my manager anymore, Iā€™m burning out and-ā€

Her arms gently wrapped around me.

ā€œLanea, youā€™re safe here. Iā€™m sure thereā€™s a legal way we can find to let you stay here if you want to.ā€

ā€œYouā€™dā€¦ youā€™d let me stay here?ā€ I tried to disguise the surprise in my voice.

ā€œOf course, Lanea, this can be your home for as long as you need and for forever.ā€

ā€œIā€™ve never been in one place for more than a few months. Usually just a couple days.ā€

ā€œLanea, welcome home. You can be you here, weā€™ll do everything we can to help you.ā€

ā€œThankā€¦ thank you.ā€ I whispered, choking up. ā€œYou donā€™t know how much this means to me.ā€

ā€œI think I do. You can meet everyone tomorrow and tell them the truth about who you are. Iā€™ll warn you that Jules will fangirl but the rest should be sensible. And weā€™ve all come from different backgrounds. Youā€™ll fit into the family perfectly.ā€

I tried not to tear up. ā€œYouā€™reā€¦ giving me a homeā€¦ and a family?ā€

ā€œFor as long as you want it, to forever and beyond.ā€ Josi smiled. ā€œYouā€™ve had a long few days. Get some rest, okay?ā€


I nodded and, as though a load had been completely lifted off me, I fell asleep almost instantly. When I wake upā€¦ Iā€™ll have a new life to live.

Comments

  1. Hey! This is really good! I enjoyed reading it!
    -Haley
    acrazydolllife.home.blog

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  2. You got Nanea! Or should I say, Lanea Hope...
    She's a lovely doll, and I can't wait to see more of her this month! I think this was a lovely photostory.

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  3. (I already commented, but I have a feeling it didn't go through so...)
    I love this story so much!!! Lanea is absolutely gorgeous! *Heart eyes* I also laughed out loud when I saw the picture with Lanea in the blonde wig. I prefer her hair a natural colour! ;) <3
    ~ Megan

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