A promise is a promise The room was ridiculously cold and my skin was damp against the sheets. No matter how extreme the temperature, I'm addicted to the soothing lull of the air conditioner while I sleep. This is what they call my “white noise”. The afternoon sun played hide and seek with the clouds as its rays peeked through the blinds. The muscles in my neck and shoulders throbbed. I was still trying to get used to the uncomfortable bed in my dorm. A muffled voice came through the paper-thin brick wall and the sound of familiar music took center stage in my dreams. At first I was upset because my new neighbor was interrupting my precious nap, but I soon realized that I had a special attachment to the song she was singing. It instantly reminded me of an old friend. As I fell back to sleep, I began to dream of a childhood memory. I remember feeling like the day was never going to end. Even now, as an adult, my concentration still seems to drop as the weekend approaches. At that time in my life, the amount of patience I could maintain had only reached maturity ten years ago. I made this school day even more dramatic than usual since I knew it wasn't just an average Friday. Instead of going home after school like usual, I was going home with my best friend. After hours of literally twiddling my thumbs (like I said, I was a dramatic child), we were finally outside, at the parents' pick-up location, with the other enthusiastic elementary school students. My schoolbag felt light on my back, which meant there was no homework to do tonight. All I had to expect was a sleepover filled with PG-13 movies, a nauseating amount of Reese's Pieces and Mountain Dew, and prank calls to random boys who were also in the fifth grade class year of Mrs. Webb. I loved prank calls. As I bent down to tie my shoelaces, a slippery drop of rain slid down my lightly freckled cheek. Before I had a chance to look up at the silver sky, the clouds exploded like champagne pouring over the rim of a bottle. Renee grabbed my hand and we took off as fast as our little legs could run. As I jumped into the middle of the backseat, the smell of the brand new car continued to saturate my already damp pores..