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Hello my gossip lovers,
You wouldn't guess who has made a grand appearance in Grand Central Station! Abigail Sullivan, long lost Manhattan queen was seen looking rather distressed as she approached her limo driver awaiting for her near the exit. Is she here to stay or will she run off again like she did two years ago? Who knows, but until then long live gossip
-xoxo Gossip Blog.
Abigail's POV
I didn't know what made me come back to Manhattan after all the time I've been gone, but here I was. As soon as I stepped foot out of the train I pulled the hood of my oversized hoodie over my head, in attempt to cover my face as much as possible. My mother had texted me not even five minutes ago saying Peter was already waiting for me in the east entrance, quite a walk from where i currently was. I kept to myself as i walked through the chaotic floor of Grand Central Station, occasionally looking up to make sure I wouldn't collide with any bystander. I dragged my luggage closely behind me, hoping desperately that no one would trip over my suitcases and cause a scene. It was Winter Break, that being the reason it was so packed, people were probably headed for vacation while i was coming back home after two long years of being away.
Soon enough I spotted Peter, my mother's limo driver near the east entrance as my mother stated. I sent him a wide smile as i approached the elderly kind man that was part of my life since i was age eleven.
"Good evening Miss Sullivan, glad you are back home" Peter politely greeted me as he reached for my luggage. I almost protested that i was okay with carrying my own luggage but i was rather tired so i kindly handed them to him, only keeping my duffle bag.
"Peter you can call me Abigail when my mother isn't around! You make me feel old when you call me Miss Sullivan" I giggled as we made our way outdoors. It was true though, my mother was somewhat uptight... actually very, she insisted on Peter calling me by my last name saying it was more professional but i didn't care whatsoever.
He let out a light chuckle, nodding his head as we approached the freshly washed black limo. I opened my own door before Peter could, calling out a "gotcha" before climbing into the large space for only myself. This was ridiculous, i couldn't believe my mother had Peter pick me up in our limo, i would be lying if i said i wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed. We were soon on the road heading towards home, a place i haven't seen for two years.
I didn't realize how much I've missed Manhattan until i continued to glance out my window, catching a glimpse of the passing busy streets. It was definitely the polar opposite of Malibu, Florida where my grandparents gratefully opened their home to me during that rough time in my life when i needed an escape of this chaotic city. I still felt somewhat uneasy of my own return but i knew it was time to face everything and everyone i ran away from two years ago.
I didn't realize how long we have been driving because soon enough we drove up the paved driveway of my mothers oversized house. I stayed frozen in my seat as i stared at the mini-mansion before me. That was when it finally hit me that i was finally home, this was my home, not Malibu that i became so used to. Peter opened my door, breaking me out of my thoughts, bringing myself to slide across the seat to step out. The chilly winter night wind swept my hair as i walked behind Peter towards the entrance. Was it fear i was feeling? I wasn't sure but i knew i didn't like the feeling. I swallowed away the large lump building up in my throat as we waiting patiently for the door to be opened.
"Coming" my mothers voice rang from inside, i could already hear her obnoxious heels clicking on the marble tile as she walked towards the door. The door was drawn open exposing my mother who was dressed in a white cocktail dress with red pumps, her hair pulled into a slick, neat low ponytail. Her red stained lips curled up in a smile as she took in my appearance, something i wasn't expecting.
"Come in, come in!" she cheered, waving her hands as she stood aside for us to enter. I felt like i was in a walking into a new home, for some reason it didn't feel like it used to but maybe that's just me. I grabbed my luggage form Peter, thanking him for his assistance before he was dismissed by my mother. I watched Peter bow his head, which was rather weird, before walking back towards the main door, leaving me and my mother alone in the walkway.
"Glad you are back Abigail, don't think for a second i have forgiven you for what you did" my mother sternly spoke up, breaking the awkward silence between us. I knew this was coming, that was all an act for Peter but now that we were alone i knew she was going to lash out at me. Don't get me wrong, she is a nice lady but she does have a reason to be mad right now.
"Im sorry mother, i truly am. I would explain why i did what i did but you wouldn't understand" I calmly replied, biting my lip in attempt to not cry under her intense stare.
"Let's just put the past behind us alright? We can talk about this later, Linda made dinner" my mother said, her way of dismissing my explanation as she headed towards the dinning room. I placed my luggage against the hallway wall before following her into the large dinning room which was set for two.
After an awkward but delicious meal with my mother, i went up upstairs to my bedroom to put away my belongings. As i walked into the empty room i felt memories begin to form in my mind, some i haven't thought about for years. I shook them off, or at least tried to as i placed everything in their corresponding places. As soon as the majority of my things were put away, i threw my tired body onto my bed, being swallowed in by the mass of pillows and fluffy comforter. I pulled out my phone, which has been empty since ive left. I looked through my picture gallery, the only folder i didn't permanently delete.
Pictures of me and Bridget took over my screen. She was my best friend.. my sister basically. Pictures of me and Zayn, Harry and Amy followed after that, they were also my best friends along with Bridget. We literally grew up together during our teen years, meeting through our prestigious families. I haven't seen them in two years, i wonder if they still remembered me? Would they be happy of my return? I would understand if they didn't want anything to do with me, after all i did leave without telling them where i was going. Worst of all i stupidly ignored all calls, texts and even emails at all costs, especially from one in particular.
After scanning through all the pictures a fire was ignited within me. No it wasn't anger or fear but it was ambitious, confidence actually. I sit up on my bed, sitting up against the headboard as i opened a new text. Hope this goes well...
To: Bridget Bear
"Hi Bridge, its Abigail. Im back in Manhattan, can we meet tomorrow for brunch?"
You wouldn't guess who has made a grand appearance in Grand Central Station! Abigail Sullivan, long lost Manhattan queen was seen looking rather distressed as she approached her limo driver awaiting for her near the exit. Is she here to stay or will she run off again like she did two years ago? Who knows, but until then long live gossip
-xoxo Gossip Blog.
Abigail's POV
I didn't know what made me come back to Manhattan after all the time I've been gone, but here I was. As soon as I stepped foot out of the train I pulled the hood of my oversized hoodie over my head, in attempt to cover my face as much as possible. My mother had texted me not even five minutes ago saying Peter was already waiting for me in the east entrance, quite a walk from where i currently was. I kept to myself as i walked through the chaotic floor of Grand Central Station, occasionally looking up to make sure I wouldn't collide with any bystander. I dragged my luggage closely behind me, hoping desperately that no one would trip over my suitcases and cause a scene. It was Winter Break, that being the reason it was so packed, people were probably headed for vacation while i was coming back home after two long years of being away.
Soon enough I spotted Peter, my mother's limo driver near the east entrance as my mother stated. I sent him a wide smile as i approached the elderly kind man that was part of my life since i was age eleven.
"Good evening Miss Sullivan, glad you are back home" Peter politely greeted me as he reached for my luggage. I almost protested that i was okay with carrying my own luggage but i was rather tired so i kindly handed them to him, only keeping my duffle bag.
"Peter you can call me Abigail when my mother isn't around! You make me feel old when you call me Miss Sullivan" I giggled as we made our way outdoors. It was true though, my mother was somewhat uptight... actually very, she insisted on Peter calling me by my last name saying it was more professional but i didn't care whatsoever.
He let out a light chuckle, nodding his head as we approached the freshly washed black limo. I opened my own door before Peter could, calling out a "gotcha" before climbing into the large space for only myself. This was ridiculous, i couldn't believe my mother had Peter pick me up in our limo, i would be lying if i said i wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed. We were soon on the road heading towards home, a place i haven't seen for two years.
I didn't realize how much I've missed Manhattan until i continued to glance out my window, catching a glimpse of the passing busy streets. It was definitely the polar opposite of Malibu, Florida where my grandparents gratefully opened their home to me during that rough time in my life when i needed an escape of this chaotic city. I still felt somewhat uneasy of my own return but i knew it was time to face everything and everyone i ran away from two years ago.
I didn't realize how long we have been driving because soon enough we drove up the paved driveway of my mothers oversized house. I stayed frozen in my seat as i stared at the mini-mansion before me. That was when it finally hit me that i was finally home, this was my home, not Malibu that i became so used to. Peter opened my door, breaking me out of my thoughts, bringing myself to slide across the seat to step out. The chilly winter night wind swept my hair as i walked behind Peter towards the entrance. Was it fear i was feeling? I wasn't sure but i knew i didn't like the feeling. I swallowed away the large lump building up in my throat as we waiting patiently for the door to be opened.
"Coming" my mothers voice rang from inside, i could already hear her obnoxious heels clicking on the marble tile as she walked towards the door. The door was drawn open exposing my mother who was dressed in a white cocktail dress with red pumps, her hair pulled into a slick, neat low ponytail. Her red stained lips curled up in a smile as she took in my appearance, something i wasn't expecting.
"Come in, come in!" she cheered, waving her hands as she stood aside for us to enter. I felt like i was in a walking into a new home, for some reason it didn't feel like it used to but maybe that's just me. I grabbed my luggage form Peter, thanking him for his assistance before he was dismissed by my mother. I watched Peter bow his head, which was rather weird, before walking back towards the main door, leaving me and my mother alone in the walkway.
"Glad you are back Abigail, don't think for a second i have forgiven you for what you did" my mother sternly spoke up, breaking the awkward silence between us. I knew this was coming, that was all an act for Peter but now that we were alone i knew she was going to lash out at me. Don't get me wrong, she is a nice lady but she does have a reason to be mad right now.
"Im sorry mother, i truly am. I would explain why i did what i did but you wouldn't understand" I calmly replied, biting my lip in attempt to not cry under her intense stare.
"Let's just put the past behind us alright? We can talk about this later, Linda made dinner" my mother said, her way of dismissing my explanation as she headed towards the dinning room. I placed my luggage against the hallway wall before following her into the large dinning room which was set for two.
After an awkward but delicious meal with my mother, i went up upstairs to my bedroom to put away my belongings. As i walked into the empty room i felt memories begin to form in my mind, some i haven't thought about for years. I shook them off, or at least tried to as i placed everything in their corresponding places. As soon as the majority of my things were put away, i threw my tired body onto my bed, being swallowed in by the mass of pillows and fluffy comforter. I pulled out my phone, which has been empty since ive left. I looked through my picture gallery, the only folder i didn't permanently delete.
Pictures of me and Bridget took over my screen. She was my best friend.. my sister basically. Pictures of me and Zayn, Harry and Amy followed after that, they were also my best friends along with Bridget. We literally grew up together during our teen years, meeting through our prestigious families. I haven't seen them in two years, i wonder if they still remembered me? Would they be happy of my return? I would understand if they didn't want anything to do with me, after all i did leave without telling them where i was going. Worst of all i stupidly ignored all calls, texts and even emails at all costs, especially from one in particular.
After scanning through all the pictures a fire was ignited within me. No it wasn't anger or fear but it was ambitious, confidence actually. I sit up on my bed, sitting up against the headboard as i opened a new text. Hope this goes well...
To: Bridget Bear
"Hi Bridge, its Abigail. Im back in Manhattan, can we meet tomorrow for brunch?"
Notes
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10/17/14