The drive back to Springfield was a welcome late-night cruise. Wind infiltrated the open windows, blowing at my hair and whipping at my shirt. The smile plastered on my face only slightly faltered when I saw the 'Welcome to Massachusetts' sign. Brooke would read it as 'Welcome to Hell'.
She was a city girl at heart, always said that the smallest city she would even step foot in was Chicago and even then, she scrunched her nose up at the thought. I knew it was a joke, that she would find happiness wherever life took her but right now, I found myself agreeing with her. Springfield was feeling claustrophobic.
I let out a long sigh as I pulled up to my apartment building. I shoved my feet half in my shoes, they were finally dry from Brooke's last-minute emergency pedicure. I half crawled -ha
