Rose sat her window looking out from the bedroom of her and her friend Rose's apartment building. The stars twinkled and danced in the dark sky among the other buildings, Rose liked this, staring at the sky feeling the cool breeze and watching the people below walking by. It was sort of a way of escaping life, where she could be alone and take a break from studying.
She kept glancing at her watch, she was waiting for Clara to return from her fancy dinner party. Clara wanted to go but she had to study or at least that's something her dad would say.
It wasn't easy having the Dean of students as a father, she did love him, but he was so strict, always worrying about her, believing that boys would only ruin her.
She could still hear his words play in her mind, "After graduation you can date all you want, Rose."
Still even if could date she was just too busy with school.
Rose leaned back still gazing at the stars, "I wonder how Clara's doing at the party," She smiled slightly. "Probably having the best time ever." Rose sighed.
Meanwhile, Clara stood on the balcony picking at the sequins of her silk blue dress, scowling. She was not having a very good time, her feet were killing her, and she was bored. She leaned over the rail wishing she was someplace else, anywhere but here!
But this was her life, Clara Oswald came from a wealthy, prominent family; she was a young, beautiful, and smart, she could buy anything, go anywhere and date anybody. But she was also miserable, she was just tired of the parties, the wealth and all the fake people she had to deal with, particularly the guys.
All Clara wanted was to be with someone who was genuine, sure she had her childhood friends, Rose and Jack, but she really wanted to just once, even for a second meet a guy who liked her for her.
But there was no chance of that happening, not if her parents had anything to say about it.
Suddenly Clara's stepmother's irritating posh voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Clara, Clara dear!"
Clara rolled her eyes as she stood back up.
"I swear I'll be glad when I go back to college tomorrow." She muttered before turning smiling sweetly at Linda.
"Hi, Linda," Clara said, "Just getting some fresh air." She lied.
Linda just looked at her concerned.
"Clara, did you invite Jack?" She asked quietly.
Clara glanced behind her shoulder over at her friend, Jack, he seemed just as bored as she did. He was mainly there out of support.
She shrugged. "Yeah, why?"
Linda sniffed.
"Well, he keeps hitting on the waiters," Linda scoffed. "He just should be glad he's a Captain or he'd be thrown out especially with manners like that, honestly!" She complained before leaving, again.
Clara suppressed a smirk, knowing that Captain was just a nickname usually to impress people, especially guys.
Clara then walked back inside looking for Jack.
She found him by the punch bowl debating if he should drink the bright red liquid.
"You okay?" She asked approaching him.
Jack shrugged.
"Depends, is Linda complaining about me, yet?" He smirked.
Clara nodded.
"Oh, yes!" She replied.
"Ah, my night's complete, then!" Jack grinned.
Clara giggled.
She then gave him a look.
"Careful, I think she's starting to like you." Clara playfully warned.
Jack smirked.
Suddenly, Linda's voice echoed throughout the room.
Clara sighed.
"Clara, oh, Clara, Conrad, here wants to dance with you again, hun!" Her stepmom called searching for her.
She cringed thinking of her poor feet. Clara looked desperately at Jack.
He nodded understanding.
"You want me to take home?" He asked.
She leaned closer towards him.
"Like the first minute I came here!" Clara remarked.
Jack nodded and helped Clara sneak out of the crowded party, helping her escape and taking her home.
Later, Rose heard a car door slam and peered down at Clara saying bye to Jack before he drove off.
"Hey, Clara!" She shouted.
Clara looked up, waving at her friend.
"Hang on I'll up in a second!" She called back.
Rose waited for Clara anxiously, she couldn't wait to hear about the party.
Clara opened the door, tired and drained still holding her heels in her hand.
"Hi, how was it?" Rose asked.
"Boring and painful." She grumbled walking past.
Rose looked at her funny. "Painful?"
Clara pointed at her heels.
"My feet." She groaned.
Rose laughed. "Let me guess Conrad?"
Clara rolled her eyes.
"Who else?" She huffed sitting on the bed.
"You look nice, though" Rose said.
"I look like a blue sparkly feather duster." Clara grumbled.
She then shook her head.
"I swear, I'm tired of this," She complained. "I'm tired of the parties, I'm tired of my parents and I'm tired of shoes that pinch my feet!" Clara exclaimed.
Rose watched her take the heels and throw them over the side of the bed.
Rose arched her brows.
"Well, that's one way of getting rid of shoes." She muttered.
Clara sighed.
"Sorry," She mumbled, shaking her head. "I'm just tired." She said.
Rose studied her friend as she rubbed her feet. She stood, tilting her head, thoughtfully.
"So, what do you want?" Rose asked.
Clara scoffed.
"I want my own life," She said. "I want to do things with my hair, I want to wear street clothes and tennis shoes, I want to hang out with my friends, and I want to meet an honest guy." She cried. Clara then glanced at her. "That's not crazy, is it?"
Rose shook her head.
"No, however, your parents may think differently especially Linda." She noted.
Clara scowled.
"I honestly, don't care what Linda thinks, she's not my mom, anyway." Clara scoffed, her eyes frustrated.
Rose slowly sat beside her.
"It'll get better." She promised.
Clara just looked at her well-meaning friend, smiling slightly.
"Kind of you to lie." She said.
Rose just smiled nudging her arm, "Come on, then let's get some ice cream, yeah?" She said.
Clara smiled, grateful.
"Sounds wonderful!" She exclaimed.
Rose then pulled her up and they headed downstairs, Clara still rambling on about the night.