The house was eerily silent as Eleanor stepped through the front door. With her suitcase in her left hand and Patty in her right, she glanced around the extravagant mansion, wondering for a brief moment if this was all the sinister plot of a bad horror movie. Truthfully it had all the makings of one– a group of college aged kids, a large mansion, tons of alcohol and bad vibes in the air. On the other hand, the same traits the made the trip seem like a horror film could also make it seem like a bad mtv reality show. And she wasn’t sure which she’d prefer to be apart of. Probably the horror movie.
Setting her bag and Patty down, Eleanor looked at the clock on her phone. 3 A.M.? She sighed deeply, knowing her friends would probably be asleep. God, it was so typical of her to arrive late. Even though she made it a point to leave her hotel earlier than necessary. Nantucket island was a confusing maze of suburban houses and tennis courts. It wasn’t her fault, really.
She headed into the kitchen to scope out the snack situation and found herself staring mindlessly at the open refrigerator. Why was she here again? Why did she think it was a good idea to spend three months with her old friends? Everything was different, she was different, and whatever connections she had probably wouldn’t be there anymore. That scared her. She had lost so much over the past few years, the most important being herself. The brunette was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice someone walk in the kitchen. “Oh my god, you scared me!” The girl laughed, her heart practically beating out of her chest.