A Night at Disney World

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"Geeze Raven, you take so long. Are you ready to go?" Ella asks impatiently as I zip up my luggage. We're going to Walt Disney World in Florida for the weekend along with Ann. We've always been a trio of us three. Well, not always. We actually all met in third grade in a chorus club. And now we're seniors in high school eager to finally graduate. How quickly time flies by...

I notice Ann in the corner of my room brushing her hair. She's always been the shy and introverted girl, while Ella always finds something to talk about. No matter what the topic, she seems to know a lot about it. Which can be annoying at times if you're trying to tell her something she doesn't know. And me? I... I actually don't know. From all that I can gather about me, I'm just an emo girl that contrasts with a group of two other girls. Ella is a beach blonde white girl, and Ann is a black girl with black curly hair who dresses normally. I contrast so much with both of them, and I sometimes find it as an insecurity. But nonetheless, I attempt to be positive no matter what I feel.

"You okay Ann?" I ask.

Ann perks her head up from brushing her hair. "Uh, yeah. I'm- I'm fine..."

I nod and accept it as an answer. Their bags are already packed in my car, so I decide to occupy my mind with that instead of the lingering feeling that something's off. Even though Ann usually keeps to herself, she usually talks more than she has today. I pick up my duffle bag and start carrying it to my car. As I walk outside, my mind can't help but notice how she stuttered. Did I interrupt her thoughts, or did I catch her off guard? I don't know, but I've never been one to push. If she wants to tell me something's on her mind, she should do it because she trusts me. Not because I forced her. I put my bag in my trunk then close it and go back inside. "Does everyone have everything they need for the trip in my car?" I ask while walking into my bedroom again.

Ann nods silently while finishing brushing her hair. Ella nods enthusiastically and springs up off my bed and races out my room to the car. "Hurry up slowpokes!" She yells as she exits the front door. I sigh and run my fingers through my black hair before looking at Ann. Ann finished brushing her hair and is now holding her brush by her side. I smile. "You look nice today." I compliment.

"Thanks." Ann mutters before walking out herself. I pause for a moment, looking at my doorway. What's going on? Why is Ann acting like this? Did I do something wrong? And if so, how do I fix it? The questions swirl through my mind at a million miles per hour as I stare out my doorway that Ann just walked out of. If something is wrong, then I want to let her know she can tell me. This isn't like her. But at the same time, I don't want to sound like a person that wants to know everything that happens in their friends' minds twenty-four seven. I sigh again. For this once in my life, curiosity about a friend is nagging at me. I usually don't care about something if the person won't tell me... But this situation seems different. Different as in, instead of a break-up it's something more serious. I know everyone has a fair share of issues, but I'm starting to get a knot forming in my stomach from uneasiness.

Ella suddenly walks in, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Are you coming or not? Three tickets don't work if it's only two people. And I'm sure you wouldn't like me driving your car knowing how much of a reckless driver I am." She leans against the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest.

I smile faintly. "You have a fair point." I sigh and walk out of my room. I walk out of my house and into the driver's seat. Ann is sitting in the back, so Ella is most likely sitting in the passenger's seat. Ella closes my front door behind her and walks to the car into the passenger's seat like I assumed. We all get buckled, then I start driving. Ann listens to music on her earbuds and looks out the car window the whole time, and Ella and I talk for a while, then we start listening to our own music.

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