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Chapter 8

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's exactly what I am. I should have never agreed to doing anything with people I barely even know, let alone agree to go with them across the country for three months. Not a week, not even for just a month, but for three. And yes, even though I know it could be a great experience for me, the new uptight part of me is making me feel like all of this is a bad idea, bad idea being the understatement of the year. I wish I could just let go and relax and just go with the flow like I used to but, unfortunately, that part of me seems long gone. I should have just said no and apologized, but the hidden worry and hope in Niall's voice held me back from doing that, I'm just too nice for my own good. After I told him if we could work everything out I would go he sounded so happy and that for some reason made me happy. It was like his joy radiated off on to me through the phone and the smile in his voice caused my own smile to form. But now that I think about it, there's no way that this is gonna work, not even a .9 percent chance that it'll go how we, or rather he, wants it to go. But then again, I don't have anything to lose here, and on the other hand, they have everything to lose so I guess I better try my hardest to make it go how they want it to go. After all, I do kind of owe them for what they did for me, they practically did save my life in a way, I guess.

I looked up from my desk and set my sight on the clock. Only 2 more minutes then I'm out of here. Testing went well and now the day was over. Being the last three days of the school year, my anxiety to get out of the building was itching away at me and I wanted nothing more than to just get up and leave right now. I wanted to go back home and sleep, but even if it is half days, that won't be possible since my sister insisted on me going over to her house after school, saying she has something important she needs to ask me. I should probably be worried but it just doesn't seem like it's that big of a deal since she told me last week about today's 'meeting' as she called it.

The bell finally rang and I all but jumped out of my seat and walked quickly towards the door. Being seated in the corner surrounded by file cabinets and a book shelf and having a mild case of claustrophobia was enough to make me want to never come into this classroom again, and luckily I didn't have to since today was the last day I would have first and second period, thank God I can finally say goodbye to English and U.S. History.

I walked to the side exit of the school and spotted my sister parked on the very crowded side of the street. I pushed my way past the now forming herd of students and yanked the door of her car open. "Hey" I smiled and closed the door while she started the car.

"Hey, how was school?" She asked as she pulled out of her spot which was quickly taken by another parent waiting for their overly hormonal teenager. I glanced at my sister and smiled, "eh, school was school, I guess"

This in turn caused her to give me a blank stare as the light turned red and she stopped, "Yes, I am aware that school is school but how did your day go, what did you do?"

I couldn't help but feel a warm feeling come over me as she asked that, and this is why she's my favorite sister out of the three that I have. She cares and she listens to me, she doesn't just brush me off like my mom does. And I guess we've always been close since she was the only sibling I really grew up with. She's only six years older than me and up until two or three years ago, she lived with our parents and me. She doesn't have any kids, and she never ran off with her boyfriend the second she could like my other sisters did. She stuck around and when she felt it was the right time, she became independent. But she didn't leave me behind, she would visit almost everyday and make sure she had time to sit around with me and listen to my problems and when the visits started becoming less frequent due to her job, she would call me everyday. Eventually, those calls became less frequent as well and for some time, I thought I lost my sister. She came home less and less and the calls eventually stopped coming and when I tried calling her, she either wouldn't answer or it would last no more than five minutes. After my grandfather died, she didn't leave my side at all, she was always there, comforting me as best she could. She wasn't the person I wanted but she was the person I needed, and just like that she dropped everything and came to my rescue. No one will ever understand how much she means to me, she soon became the mother my mom stopped being.