Fiction On Odyssey: Chloe And Lily’s Autumn In Manhattan

Fiction On Odyssey: Chloe And Lily’s Autumn In Manhattan

A story about two girls, post-college.


It was a rainy day in autumn as I was sitting on the love seat by my window that looked out into the city. I was content and cozy drinking my hot cup of Earl Grey tea, watching the orange, yellow, and red leaves fall from the trees. My cat Izzy was happily purring in my lap. The only thing that was disconcerting was that I had been noticing more and more stuff disappearing from the apartment. None of my personal stuff, but stuff that my roommate and I communally shared, and stuff that was just hers.

Lily and I were best friends and had been best friends for years now. Lily had always been a very quirky person. She grew up poor, and at the age of 13 her mother killed herself and her father had abandoned Lily and her sister. After that, Lily basically fended for herself, living on the streets until her grandmother had heard that her daughter died and her granddaughters were wondering the streets of New York City.

Lily was tough, street-smart, and a very loyal friend. She was sweet but had a temper that could flicker to the other side faster than a blink. She was a hippie, a vegetarian, and a masseuse. She played guitar and sang odd songs.

Was I going crazy or had all of Lily's plants in the living room disappeared? Where were the creepy paintings that she had hung up, that she bought from a flea market? And shouldn't she be home by now, baking cookies and singing in the kitchen?

Maybe I was overthinking it. She was probably at the farmers' market, talking to some homeless people, or had met some cute guy at the coffee shop downstairs and was getting lucky.

I should do some things to distract myself from thinking maybe Lily got murdered and raped, I thought. So, I got up from the window seat, my cat annoyed that I woke him up from such a peaceful slumber and made another cup of tea. I went to my room, put on my coat and scarf, and left the apartment to take a walk around the city and maybe do some errands.

The autumn air was cool and crisp. Autumn was my favorite time of year. It's cool, but not freezing, and everything is so beautiful. The sky is the brightest blue I have ever seen it all year. I love smelling the smell of firewood, cinnamon, and the smell of hot coffee pouring out of the local coffee shops.

The cool air felt amazing on my face as I walked briskly past bookstores and restaurants. Geese were flying through the air in a V-formation, migrating for the winter. Squirrels were running about Central Park, gathering bundles of acorns for their upcoming hibernation. Leaves were falling everywhere and being blown in all directions. The wet smell of the leaves was intoxicating.

I went to the farmers' market and bought some apples to make apple pie, two pumpkins to carve with Lily, and the tomato sauce I always purchased for making spaghetti. I went to the bookstore down the street, bought two books that caught my eye, and walked home.

When I got into the apartment, I noticed that the fall-scented candles on the kitchen counter and living room table had been lit and that the dishwasher was running.

"Lily?" I called out, hoping this wasn't another chapter of Chloe Goes Crazy.

"I'm here, love!" Lily replied. "I'll be out there in a second. Just straightening up my room a bit."

I breathed out a sigh, relieved my mental state was intact and that my best friend and roommate was home safe.

Lily came out of her bedroom, smiling nervously.

"Hi hun," she said. "How was your day?"

"Good, typical day at work," I answered. I thought this would be an opportune time to bring up the subject of Lily's vanishing items. I was either going to risk appearing insane or get some helpful, reassuring answers.

"So Lily, I was wondering, where did all your plants go? And where is the curtain of beads that hung from your bedroom doorway? Where's the toaster, and half of the refrigerator magnets? Are you giving things away to charity?"

"Look, Chloe," she replied. "I bought an apartment a couple weeks ago and I've been moving my things out bit by bit over the last few weeks, hoping you wouldn't notice and hoping to wait until the last minute to bring the difficult subject of me moving out".

"What? But why? Why are you moving out? I thought you liked living together," I said, bewildered.

"I do like living with you Chloe, but sometimes I don't. We fight about roommate stuff like cleanliness and orderliness, and I'm just not as clean and orderly as you. I want us to stay friends, best friends, and I couldn't see that lasting with us being roommates. I love you."

"You're the best friend to be so considerate and sweet. I love you too, Lil'."

And we have the best friendship two women could ever have, and we always will.

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15 Things All Girls Who Played On Boys' Hockey Teams Have Experienced

The ponytail didn't make you any less of a player.

Many girls start off their hockey careers by playing on boys' teams, especially if there are no girls' teams in their area. Personally, I played boys hockey through my freshman year of high school and even played on a few boys spring and summer league teams throughout high school. Boys hockey shaped me into a great player: it made me faster, stronger, and more resilient. Along the way, I experienced some pretty interesting things, most of them due to my hot temper and ability to be very passive aggressive. Here is a list of 15 of those experiences.

1. Having to change in tiny referee rooms

In many rinks there is no designated girls’ locker room. This means that the girls are forced to change in teeny tiny bathrooms, storage closets, and most of the time, referee rooms. This isn't always bad though, it means you get to play your own music and prepare for the game without distractions. This is also the place where you get to bond with girls on other boys’ teams. These are the same girls who usually end up being your teammates later on when you both switch to girls’ hockey.

2. Having to prove yourself at tryouts year after year

Another year, another set of coaches to impress during tryouts. However, no matter great you did, coaches continued to rate you lower than the less-skilled boys. One time I got so angry about this that I threw a fit and ended up screaming at the coaches after tryouts. They were speechless and the organization was not happy with them.

3. Getting cut from teams you were good enough for, just because you're a girl

This was by far the WORST part of being a girl trying out for a boys’ team. I was cut from so many teams in multiple organizations just because the coaches didn't want a girl on their team or were afraid for my safety. I could've played a key role on these higher level teams, but instead I soared on lower level teams. Often I was one of the leading scorers, fastest skaters, and best players in the entire league. Of course, the other parents hated this and complained to the organization because their boys were being shown up by a girl. I thought it was pretty funny though, and I think a lot of girls can relate to me on this one.

4. Having your teammates parents ask you why you don't wear pink laces

Unless the entire team is wearing pink for breast cancer awareness, you will not catch a serious hockey girl dead wearing pink laces. She's a hockey player, not an elegant dancer.

5. Being underestimated by your coaches and teammates

Probably the best perk of being a girl on a boys’ team. While everyone was busy underestimating you, you were dangling your way passed the boys and making goalies rethink their entire lives. The look on everyone's faces when they realized you were a dominant force was absolutely priceless. In no time at all your coaches went from not blinking an eye at you to have you centering their first line and leading the power-play unit.

6. Being one of the smallest players on the team

This wasn't an issue for me until I hit peewee major (age 12) but once it was, I was only underestimated more. At first I didn't like it but once I learned to compensate my small stature with skill, I found that playing with the big boys was one of the best things ever.

7. Being able to get away with things that usually would be called as penalties

One of the great perks of playing on a boys’ team. For some reason the referees don't like giving penalties to girls. Maybe because they're afraid of getting yelled at by coaches and parents or maybe they like seeing the girls playing tough but whatever the reason, I made sure to take advantage of this. I would never intentionally trip, hook or slash opposing players but sometimes I would recklessly hit them. I'd end up hitting them even after they got rid of the puck or forcing them to go head first into the boards. When I did end up getting called though, I made sure to be more careful for the rest of the game.

8. Being either the coach's favorite or the player they choose to ignore

I have been on both sides of this and when I got the shorter end of the stick my season was miserable. I have also found that when the coaches like you, so do the boys. When I was in 6th grade my coach couldn't care less about me, and the boys hated me. It was so bad that I almost didn't play the next year. I'm glad I did though because from that point on I was always the coaches favorite and the boys were very inclusive and respectful. This was the point in time where I also fell in love with hockey and I owe it all to my coaches. So to all of my former coaches and teammates, thank you so much.

9. Being one of the best hitters on the team

Unlike girls’ hockey, it is legal to check in boys’ hockey once you turn 13 (11 when I was younger). Most girls switch to girls’ hockey at this stage but the ones who don't get to experience one of the best feelings in the world: being able to completely crush arrogant guys into the boards. What makes it even better is when your teammates, coaches, and parents from both sides begin to laugh and cheer because you have completely ruined the ego of some poor "tough, hockey playing guy." This was one of things I couldn't get enough of when I played with the boys, which is why I was one of, if not the best, hitter on the team.

10. Getting the, "Let's go boys... and girl," from coaches, parents and other teammates

This was always a bit awkward, but at least people recognized your existence. Maybe a better thing to say would've been "let's go guys!" Because even though you weren't a "boy," being a part of a boys’ team automatically made you a "guy." There's a difference.

11. Getting the "she's pretty good for a girl" comment from everyone who sees you play

Excuse me, not only am I "pretty good for a girl" I am also " pretty good, period." Many people believe that saying, "She’s pretty good for a girl," is a compliment but many girls take it as just the opposite. This is a form of devaluation and can actually be insulting. So, even though I was "pretty good for a girl," I was also a damn good hockey player, girl or not.

12. Being able to get your food first at team dinners so the vultures (boys) don't take it all before you get to it.

All I have to say to this is, "Hahahahahaha!" I, as well as most hockey girls have huge appetites and will eat more than the average boy. I often took full advantage of this little perk and piled my plate high with all of the best food. The boys never caught on to my huge appetite either.

13. Having a new coach refusing to believe you're on his team when you show up for the first day of practice.

This happened to both my sister and me once we got older. The coaches thought we were playing a prank or showed up to the wrong rink. This was no joke for us though as we were there to work. Most of the time the coach got very embarrassed and offered a huge apology once he saw us skate.

14. Getting asked why you don't switch to girls' hockey

This occurred way too often. Why would you ever switch to girls' hockey when you were dominating the boys' league? Girls' teams are less competitive and you can't get the satisfying feeling of crushing the patriarchy into the boards like a bug into cement with your shoe. When I was asked this question my response was always "I'll switch when the boys get too big." Which did not happen until I was 15 and I continued to play with the boys during to off-season anyway.

15. Totally kicking butt when you finally do switch

A lot of girls find that when they do switch over, they completely dominate even at the highest level of girls’ hockey. In my first year of playing girls' hockey, I was the leading scorer on a u19 team as a 15-year-old. The next year I played on a triple A team as well as my prep school team and was dominate on those teams as well. I truly believe that If I played with the girls when I was younger then I would have never developed into the great player that am now and I'm sure that many other girls can say the same.

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How I Lost My Two Front Teeth

Be warned that this story does not involve a tooth fairy.


This might be one of the most vulnerable (and traumatic) things I could possibly share with the internet. It is continuously something I have to deal with and sometimes I fear I have not quite come to terms with it yet. No, this is not about losing my baby teeth as a child. So buckle down and be prepared for some dark shit.

It was the summer of 2018. At the time, I was very insecure in my open relationship with my ex-girlfriend. She was going out of town to party with her friends, so you can imagine how my mind was racing with thoughts. I am insecure as it is and putting myself in a relationship that I knew I wasn't comfortable with was one of the worst decisions I've ever made. Yet there I was.

I didn't want to think about things that were out of my control and decided to go out with my friends. I was thinking that I couldn't think about things if I was too drunk to care. Before we got to the bar I had already had a couple of drinks. Then I made the terrible decision of drinking Long Island Iced Teas when we got to the bar. After my first one, I was pretty belligerent and at that point, there was no going back. From what I remember and what I was told, a guy at the bar bought me another drink. Things got worse after that.

I wanted to go home but my friends wanted me to wait it out with them until they were ready. A "friend" I just met at the bar ordered me an Uber, hearing that I had expressed I was ready to go home. I stumbled my way out of the bar and into the dark SUV that claimed they were my Uber. That's when things got scary. I remember being yelled at by my driver and feeling scared. I called a friend so they could hear what was happening in hopes I would have a witness to whatever was going on. All I know is that I kept repeating for him to let me out of the car as he screamed at me.

Then, everything went black after the car door slammed and I found myself on the sidewalk with blood on my hands. My friend on the phone picked me up from the side of the road and took me to my dorm. I remember being in an ambulance after that and called another friend. Repeatedly on the phone I said, "Why would someone hurt me? Why would someone do this to me?" When I woke up, I was in a hospital room going in and out of body exams. I stuttered, asking the nurse for a mirror. Upon looking at myself, I welled up with tears. Two of my teeth were broken, my mouth was swollen and face bruised.

Everything was different after that. There was a pending investigation but nobody could find or knew who my driver was. After many visits to the dentist, I found out that my teeth were broken at the root and couldn't be saved. I had temporary caps for a while but eventually had to get them pulled and now I wear a partial. To this day, sometimes I look in the mirror at the gap where my two teeth used to be and I feel forever changed. I know that a lot of the changes were for the best, but I also know I will never have my two teeth back.

I also learned to not ever date someone that couldn't reciprocate your feelings because it can only end up breaking you... or your teeth. But really, I was so insecure in myself and my relationship that I ended up basically hurting myself and putting myself in a terrible situation. I suppose the whole point of this is to tell people to never settle and to take care of yourself. You have to do better for you, even if nobody can be better for you. Also, don't take Ubers alone, especially in a completely intoxicated state. Just be kind to yourself and others.

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