A Waiting Game

“I hate waiting.” Maria grumbled sitting by her window, watching the rain.

“Well what did you expect? You could do everything in twenty-four hours?” Asked her friend, Ari.

“Yes.” Maria said with an attitude. She crossed her arms and pulled her legs up to her chest. “I’ve lost everything already, I just want to leave. This is torture.”

“All in good time, my love. Everything happens for a reason.”

“Ugggghhh, but I’m done waiting, ya know? I just want to go, run off into the sunset and be happy.”

“You can’t run to happy, you have to be happy, and then you can run.”

Maria shot her a death glare. It was a pointed and mean look, like that of a pouting child. Maria grabbed a pillow and threw it at her friend. “I hate it when you talk like that!”

Ari started laughing. “It’s because you know I’m right.”

“Still.” She hissed. “So the fuck am I supposed to do now? I hate waiting.”

“You have so much ambition. Its like stardust under extreme pressure. Sooner or later you’ll bloom an entire universe. You have greatness in you, enjoy being a bum for a couple weeks.”

“Ek, ekkk, plluk no! No bums! I don’t want to be a bum! I want to walk and move and talk to people and make things! Not be stuck in this stupid one horse town!” Maria rolled her eyes and dramatically fell to the window.

“My goodness.”

“Don’t you want to get out of here?”

“This is my place Maria, so no, but I also know this place is not for you. You just have to be patient.”

“So if I’m not meant to be here than why am I here? Doesn’t that defy the rules of nature or something?”

“Maybe it’s so you’ll appreciate it more, or you need to be there at the right time. You’ll know in the future.”

“Ukkk.” Maria said sounding her disapproval.

“Listen, all I know is after everything that happened, you’re still breathing. There must be a really good reason so stop being so sour, you’ll spoil your blessing before you get them.”

“Fine.” Maria said standing up, walking with her nose in the air to the kitchen.  “But I’m eating your left over cheesecake from the restaurant.”

“The hell you are!” Ari said and chased her mischievous friend into the kitchen.

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