<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6c9zbFpEp1rp62eq.gif">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The cafe was small and warm. The fresh smell of warm fresh coffee woke up her nose from morning sleep to desire. Already, she stood in front the counter with her money in her hand and her phone in the other. She looked up and eyed the cashier when she saw her coffee being brought over to the counter. Smelling the freshly cream and sugar coffee, hinted with a few half and half, she smiled and handed over her money. Leaving the line, which piled with more college students, she looked around for a quiet corner that no one would disturb her.<br/><br/>There, she founded a table for two people and quickly sped over, resting her coffee in the center of the table. She sat down and folded her hand on the coffee, slowly bringing it to her lips. First, she blew. Then, tried a sip. Still hot, she said to herself disappointingly; already tasting the flavor down her throat which desperately wanted to happen again. Though, it was hot, she waited. Or at least for now.<br/><br/>Today, it was a quiet morning where you can just think. Penelope can feel it too. There, where she was sitting, she feel the memory coming back.<br/><br/>She remember she herself and her mother arguing constantly, before leading something more physically. The pain and tears she dealt with was unbearable. No wonder dad left her. Tears ran down and down her chin. She still can remember the feeling when her mother punched against the face. Right then and there, she got up and ran to her room. She grabbed a suit case, opened her drawer, and grabbed all her clothes. Then again, when you suppose to pack, you suppose to make it neat, right? Well, at that moment, Penelope didn't care. The entire clothes looked like mountain, which gave her a hard time closing at the end. She tugged and groaned. She sat [on] and pressed. She squeezed together and zipped. None of it work, until a few minutes later.<br/><br/>By the time she was finished, she walked out; not sure where, but she walked out. She could of called her dad but he was away on business trip, and wouldn't be home for the next few days.Penelope didn't know where to go but walked around the entire community. Of course the glances gave her uncomfortable time, but she just continued.<br/><br/>....<br/><br/>"Ugh, where is she..." Penelope groaned as she remembered she told her friend to her down her for the morning, before classes started. She looked at her phone and noticed it was 8:30, which meant she still have time. But her friend did promise she would be down. Was she still sleeping? Penelope picked up her phone and called.