I'm Coming Home

Welcome Home!

Today marks, 12 years both my parents have been in the military. My mother is in the Air Force, while my father is in The Marine Corps. Its been two and a half years since me and my brothers saw them last. And since I'm the only girl, you could say it affected me the most. My oldest brother Darren, didn't like to show his emotions, says with our parents our defending our country, it was his duty and responsibility to take care of us. He's 20 years old, Next is me and my twin brother Emmett. We're both 18 and seniors in high school. We we're. 15 when our parents first left. Next came my third and last brother Dallas, he's 15 and a sophomore in high school. Yep, that's us. We all band together through this time. We live with our grandparents-.our mother's parents who are also ex-military, our grandfather fought in some big war.

Anyway this morning at breakfast my grandpa sat down be side me and kissed my forehead.

"You know they love you and your brothers, and if they could, they'd be here right now." He whispered truthfully.

"I know that" I whimpered" I -I just miss them so much. I haven't spoken two them in months, how am I to know if they're alright?" I asked frantic with images of my parents hurt in combat flashing through my brain.

"Nonsense, Emily, you know they're fine, if they weren't we would have been contacted." He assured me. "Now go to school and have fun, and when you and your brothers get home, we'll see if we can video call them."

I hesitantly nodded my head, before grabbing my bookbag and heading out the door to joining Emmett and Dallas in the car, while Darren drove.

Our school was only 10 minutes away and when we got there. No one said anything or made a nice to get out the car.

"Ill be back for your Assembly later. Ill stand in for our parents, I promise." Darren sighed disgruntled before kissing my forehead.

I only nodded in response, then moved to be the first one and got out the car. I never turned back to make sure the guys were following me. I just kept walking with my head down and my hair blocking my face acting like a shield from the rest of the world.

Just six more ours and then I'll be back in the safety of my own room, and I'll have the privacy to cry into my pillow.

My first class was French, it's was my third year taking it, and ur was actually one if my favorite classes. But today I wasn't in the mood and it didn't help that my seat was directly in the front center if the classroom.

I slyly slid into my seat not bothering to speak to my friends, who you could tell were staring at me with concern. Just this once, I'll let them wonder about me.

"Bonjour class, Today you will be taking a petit quiz, while I grade some paper work." Our teacher told us.

And a small smile played on my lips. That means after the test, I can sleep away the rest of the class. The only problem being I hadn't studied all week and barely knew the material we were quizzing over.

I looked around at all my peers and saw them all deep in thought as the quizzed away. Sighing heavily, I Began to right the first thing that came to mind hoping it was the right answer.

Afterwards, I lazily laid my head down, and dreamt of the day my parents would actually be here. And I'd be in the the arms of my dad again.

By second period, the school schedule had changed, I was only in maths for 35 minutes, before they called us to the gym.

Once we we're in the gum all seated incredibly to close to each other for my liking, the school student body oresiy, stood on the stage behind the bug brown podium.

"Please stand as the band leads us in the national anthem."

I stood and placed my hand over my heart as I fought with myself, on whether to actually put my self through this or if I should ditch it.