It Began with a Plane

It Began with a Plane 3

It Began with a Plane

Part 3

-Jillian's Part-

Who's one direction anyways and why are they so important that my brother needs to leave this house?

I shouldn't argue with him. I'm just gonna go.

I sat in my bed looking around my room remembering all the things that happened in this house. All the good and bad memories.

I looked at the family picture on my desk. I took the picture, kissed my hand and placed it on the photo.

I shut my eyes and opened them slowly. I guess it's better to leave.

I hear a knock on the door. Of course it's my brother cause he's thes only one who lives here of course.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

"Whatever." I said.

"We don't have to go." He said.

"It's better if we leave." I said.

"So we can go?" He asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Life will be better." He said with a smile.

"Hopefully" I replied giving a fake smile.

"We're leaving at 5 am. Be ready!" He said walking out.

Oh gosh. 5! Is he serious?

I stayed up all night basically thinking. My brother walks into my room.

"Ready?" He asks.

It's 5 already?

Gosh. I must have been in lala land.

"Yup!" I said.

I got out of bed and got into the shower.

I wore shorts, my favorite Beatles shirt and my white converse. I honestly didn't care what I looked like. I just wanted to go. Far away from here. I don't wanna be depressed anymore. I wanna change.