Four days not home

Today is Christmas and I still haven't head anything about where to board the camp bus. The camp site is up in the hills of Manchester, such a long drive. If by tomorrow I don't get a call, text or email from the ISCF (inter school christian fellowship) group am not.... I let the sentence die as I had realized my mom was standing in front of me starring. "Was I too loud again?" I asked, "yes, u were she", replied", " your just sitting here worrying about camp, why don't you go pack?" I got up from the living room and walked into my room, giving the illusion I would start packing. I was determined to pack only when I got that call, text or email.
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ts now a day to my departure and still nothing. I just want to make the best of this day - stress free, so I decided to prepare lunch for everyone. And in the MIDDLE of my doing, the phone rang, I was thinking to just let it ring cause  I was busy but instincts got the best of me, the person said, "Hello, is this Christine?", I was so shocked because people don't usually asked for me it seemed I had won something, like a million dollars maybe and I started planning what I would do with the money in the split of a second. " This is she", I replied stuttering. "This is Devon from ISCF, the bus will be leaving at 9am from the  number one post office", this crashed my spirit as I was anticipating better news, so with a broken heart i replied " OK thank you", trying to smile with my voice.
I stood there for seconds with the phone in hand, then the shock hit me......... Camp was tomorrow, my hair wasn't combed, my suitcase wasn't packed, I should visit my aunt today I nearly collapsed but thankfully the refrigerator was here as a back support as my head was flooded with concerns, that soon turned to anger at myself, I had the time to do most of these things but I wasted it "wasted time can never be regained", I thought out loud. So much to do yet no time to do it. I thought I'd do the hardest part first - combing my hair. After attempting this task I realized it was mission impossible to I took the job to my mom, she is such a way maker, that took a lot of time but it was one less task. I went straight to my  aunt after that and came back late. I almost just drop into the bed and let the pleasure of sleep consume me, but I had to pack. I just threw some clothes in the suitcase. I had no flashlight, no sheet no food etc. Now I was really angry at myself for not packing earlier, I packed what I had and went to bed saying " god will make a way" even tho I caused that.