Wonderwalls {HS}

Prelude

Sometimes I like to think I'm stronger than I really am.

When I was seven, I went away to summer camp for the first time. Summer camp is one of those things every kid dreams of; full of smoky bonfires, gooey sweet s'mores, cold lakes... a chance to be away from your parents... But I'd never been one to be away from my parents for long periods of time.

Needless to say I was terrified.

My mom asked be if I would be alright, knowing my hands were clammy and I had been silent for the whole trip, but I played it off.

"Yeah I'll be fine don't worry," I had said. She nodded.

It was the best summer of my life.

So here I was in my messy bed, sheets thrown all around, and a comforter tossed to the ground, holding the same dread I had for summer camp, eleven years later. My stomach tossed and turned and I could feel a migraine coming on. Today was the day... the very last day. I hadn't even felt this nervous when I graduated high school. To be perfectly honest, I was fine. I think it's because I knew that they next day I would still wake up in my messy bed, in my room with powder pink walls, go downstairs and eat pancakes, just like I had done everyday for these eighteen years of my life.

But tomorrow, wouldn't know where I would wake up.

Most people my age can't wait to leave the nest, to finally leave the home they had known and start living on their own. But I knew deep in my heart that I was afraid to fly. The world is big and I am but one person-- I'll be lost in no time at all. But how am I ever going to start living if I can't even get out of bed on my last day at home?

Still groggy from sleep, I rustle around in my bed for a few more seconds before finding the corner of the comforter. With a deep sigh, I lift it.

Today is the day, Fin, I think.

Today you fly.