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I sit in the taxi next to my Mom, trying my hardest to keep all sad thoughts out of my head. To keep myself distracted, I take my iPod out of my bag, put the earphones in my ears, and put my music on shuffle. I close my eyes, and slowly drift off into a deep sleep, allowing the music from my iPod to fill my head, leaving no room for my thoughts.
I wake up to my Mom gently tapping my shoulder, saying, "Brandi, wake up, darling. We're at the airport." I slowly open my eyes and look around. I see lots of cars, weaving in and out of eachother, trying to find a place to stop, and people bustling about; some heading into the airport, some exiting, some saying farewell to friends and relatives, some saying hello. My Mom passes me my luggage; it's not a small case, but not a large one either. I didn't pack all of my clothes, since I plan on buying new outfits when I get to Atlanta, anyway. We get checked in and go to sit in the waiting lounge. Just as I am about to put my iPod back in to distract myself, my Mom takes my hand in hers and looks into my eyes, pained.
"Brandi, I know you don't want to leave," she begins. "And I feel terrible about taking you away from your friends. But, this is going to be a great move. I know it. The magazine company has already offered to put something towards our new home, which by the way, is gorgeous. And once you start going to school again, you'll make plenty of friends and you can go out with them and have fun!" I know she means well, but for some reason, it makes me feel so much worse.
She continues with her attempts to comfort me up until we get on the plane. After the struggle of finding our seats, I sit down in the window seat and instantly take out my iPod, once again, letting the music take me away into a deep sleep.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
It's pretty depressing, huh? Don't worry. It gets happier!
