Rebecca comes home from a long day in New York City, hanging out with friends and going on adventures. She looks around her Philadelphia apartment and sighs.

She takes in the views from her two wide windows that face Philadelphia's center city. She swallows, thinking about her life decisions. Her friends are thinking about moving to New York City, and they want her to go. She wants to, but Philadelphia is her home. She’s lived here all of her life.

She opens a window for fresh air, which will hopefully help clear her mind. She looks at the little elephant charm her friend gave her that sits on the chair under the television. She sits on her couch, looking at a plant and computer that her best friend gave her. Her best friends leaving, too. They're moving early next week, and she needs to make her decision.

I opened my bedroom door, brisk, cold air hit my face. I walked in and looked around, remembering the days where the walls were blank. Where the room was empty, void of life and memories.

My bed was neatly made up, with the books I’ve recently and previously bought. I sat on it and picked up my computer, the late birthday from my mother. It was identical to the one she has. I opened it and started to watch some videos on Youtube. After watching hours of Youtube videos, I got up from my bed and looked at my posters, posters I’ve bought from Amazon that resembled for love for anime and meaningful quotes.

I walked over to my dresser. My mother had a friend to built and paint it. It was a rich blue color and was filled with my clothes. The dresser also had some more of my books on top of it and a writing certificate on the wall. I reached over and grabbed a book. I walked over to my bed and started to read.

Amnah is 21 she loves plants and lives alone and it just so happens to be her birthday, So she does he daily routine day she goes into her living room and plant this one is very special of her’s from her dying mother called the purple iris. She Prays to her father's ashes next to the chimney in the living room everyday. Also she has this dog that her older brother had gotten for her when she was a baby, but he passed away and so the only reminder she has of him.

The little kid that lives in this house is 16 years old. He moved out from his parents house at such a young age because of how independent he has become. His house is very modern and sleek, with a vintage table and an amazing rosewood floor, his house is true beauty. In his living room, it’s extremely neat and filed. In the living room he has a burgundy couch and ahead of it lies his 45 inch tv he earned from getting straight A’s for his entire life. From his parents house he brought along his brown stuffed bear that he has had from childhood, he got the bear from the carnival. He also got a ink pen that was handed down from his great grandfather. Lastly, he got a pot that was from China, it is extremely intricate and beautiful.  

Venice recounts the hours spent that she would get ready for her first days of high-school. Reflecting on her encounters, her interactions, and the ways that her days would end.

Now, within the present, sitting on her mattress inside of her bedroom, she gazes at the envelope labeled from Yale University. This was the ticket to her future; it was now or never. She anxiously settles her stare onto a painting that was given her as a graduation gift; a picture she had taken of a rose turned photograph. “This is everything. This is everything that I’ve waited for. If I don’t open it now... I will never know,” she murmurs to herself.

Before opening the letter, she inhales a deep breath, exhaling an adequate amount of air. She gazes at the table across the room, a chair tucked beneath it. “Here we go,” she says, beginning to rip it open.