Taco Tuesday

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I woke up again. All I seem to be doing these days is running, sleeping and awakening.

It's about 5:00 am and despite the warm bed, I can't sleep at all so I head downstairs.

It was cold,even inside the house so I tugged on a sweater and munched down some breakfast, even though I wasn't hungry.

I'm just checking over our packs one last time when Mr. you know who, comes downstairs. I grumble in frustration.

'What are you doing up so early?' he says rubbing at his eyes.

' Couldn't get any sleep.'

He shrugs and begins preparing his own breakfast.

You know, I just can't bring myself to be as happy as I was with him before. I try but it doesn't work. I clench my fists and walk back upstairs, wanting to get away from all my problems....and perhaps getting some sleep too.

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Before I know it, someone's shaking my shoulder .

Without thinking,(as I'm still half asleep) my fist meets it's target. I open my eyes to see Jason sprawled on the floor with a small bruise on his jaw.

I wince.' Uhh....sorry about that.'

He wrinkles his nose with distaste. ' Whatever, everything's ready and the others 're waiting outside to say goodbye.'

I push down the nervousness that churns deep inside my gut and force myself out of bed.

After a while I'm hugging my family goodbye, wondering if this is the last time when I'll see them. I refuse to believe that. I adjust my disguise and follow Jason out if the village, keeping out an eye for any dark guards.

' Today is Saturday, and hopefully we'll be at the mountains by Tuesday', says Jason.

' Does that mean we get tacos to celebrate our arrival?' I ask innocently.

He gives me a weird look before continuing waking on.

Oh how I really wish we could go back again.


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