Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The next morning was Friday. I stretched and tried to get up from bed. But I remembered that Beckie still had a death grip on me. I peeled her arm off me and got up. I glanced at the clock and it read 8:26am. I gasped and shook Beckie yelling, “get up get up get up get up get up!” she groaned and sleepily said, “whaaaaattttt” “you’re late!” she groaned again and rolled over. I sighed, picked her up and plopped her down on her beanbag chair. “Oww” she said rubbing her tailbone. “get up you lazy bum” I said opening her closet, picking out a pair of jeans, a bra, underwear and a random shirt. I pointed to her clothes, “get dressed, I’ll get you breakfast”. I walked out of her room and into the kitchen where I could smell my mom making eggs. I popped two pieces of toast down in the toaster for Beckie. “Good morning mom” I said smiling at her. She started serving the eggs in two plates, one for her, one for me. The toast popped and I started spreading peanut butter on both of them. Beckie walked in looking glum. “Good morning sleepy head” I said cheerfully just cause I knew she was pissed. She gave me the death glare and I chuckled while putting her plate down on the table in front of her. I poured three glasses of orange juice for us and set them down in our spots. My mom set down our two plates and pulled out the newspaper. Beckie was already done her first piece of toast by the time my mom and I sat down. “Woah, hungry miss grumpy pants?” I asked smirking; she gave me a glance and continued on her second piece of toast. Half way done my eggs my mom said quietly, “I think after breakfast you should start thinking about packing…” she trailed off. I didn’t say anything; I knew she was right I just didn’t want to make what was happening reality. Beckie was done her toast and was just sitting there fiddling with her thumbs under her chair.

I put my dirty dishes away, went back to my room and lay on my bed thinking about packing but just thinking about it confused me, how long will I be staying? Months? Years? What type of clothes will I need to pack? It all gave me a headache. I turned over on my side and tried to slow my thinking. I turned back over and looked at my empty duffel bag sitting there beside my closet. I sighed and got up to start ruffling through my closet.

I packed a couple pairs of pajamas since we’ll have to do laundry. I also threw in a handful of socks, bras and underwear, a bunch of random shirts, a couple dresses, some jeans, and shorts. I hope that would be enough. I also grabbed a bunch of shoes; I basically had a bag of shoes. I also threw in a sweater. I ran a hand threw my hair. I also packed my toiletry bag full if necessity’s ;). I’m sure they’ll supply us with stuff like that when we run out. By the time I was fully packed it was lunchtime. I sighed; this was going to be a long day.

I woke up the next morning with dread. I threw on a white crop top, light wash jeans and my white bailey button uggs. I left my hair natural since I didn’t have the energy to do anything to it. It looked fine anyway it fell down to my waist in waves. I put a white beanie on just to cover my flyways. I grabbed my pink handbag with a big bow on it. I had to get ready fast since my plane left at 1 and my mom wanted to get to the airport by 12 so we had to leave my house at 10. It was 8 now. I had a sick feeling in my stomach, I was so freaking nervous! Well who wouldn’t? There’s probably someone who’s lived their whole life for this but I was definitely not ready! I was leaving my entire life for this stupid war, I guess it wasn’t that stupid since I may not live but still! I still had a social life! I scarfed down a Pop Tart and started making sure I had everything and before I knew it it was 10! I lugged my suitcase out to the foyer and shoved my clutch in my carry-on along with my phone and it’s charger. My mom bustled down the hallway into the foyer basically crying with my depressed sister trudging behind. They looked like I was leaving to go get executed while in a way I was. “Stop looking so glum!” I exclaimed pulling them both into a bone-crushing hug. They wrapped and arm around me but they hardly meant it. I pulled back, “come on! I’ll be fine and I’ll see you at Thanksgiving, which is only like 2 months away so cheer up you too!” they both put on a semi fake smile, I ignored them and gave them a full smile. I didn’t do 2 years of braces on these bad boys to waste it! My mom picked up my suitcase and I grabbed a grey and light pink bomber jacket and headed out to our SUV. I got shotgun and we sat for 2 hours in silence, which I didn’t like, it let reality sink in. at the airport we stayed quiet and walked to customs. My mom and sister couldn’t go threw since they weren’t getting on a plane. My mom gave me a tight hug and whispered “good luck” in my ear. I gave her a warm smile and turned to Beckie. I gave her a huge hug and when she pulled back I said, “keep good care of mom” and winked. She giggled and that gave me a big smile. I said goodbye to both of them and left for my plane. I didn’t look back cause I know if I did I’d run back and not leave. I wiped the tears from my eyes and headed to the waiting area.