Rita went on up to bed, head still buzzing from the excitement of the evening. The lights, the food, the bubbles. It was the recipe for a completely perfect evening. Still, there was something missing.
She had fun with Eva and Sterling, but part of her wished for a real friend to enjoy the evening with. Someone who liked her for her, and not as a tenet. Jimmy would have loved the Spice Festival. Or Wendell. Or Abby.
Two of those friends were lost to her forever, and it made her heart feel heavy and sore. Only Abby was still an option. So Rita made up her mind: come morning, she’d give Abby a call, and see if she’d like to hang out. Rita would have one good friend in this city, if it was the last thing that she did.
She sprayed her bed for monsters, as she always did back home. Rita had changed a lot over the last few weeks, but in many ways, she was still the same. As much as she would like to pretend differently, she was still a kid in a teenager’s body. Rita still had a long way to go before she became the person she wanted to be.
Rita climbed into bed feeling stronger and more determined than ever before. Things were really turning around for her. She had taken the initiative to shift her entire life’s course, and at the end of this journey she was certain to find a better version of herself.
Moving to the city was the best decision she ever made.