The Converse Princess

6- Im Off

I spent my final hours packing and listening to music, my friends sitting in my boxed up room. Everything was boxed up for me to take to England today. I was the only one going, since the rest of my family isn't exactly needed.

Kit and Adrian were going on about
some project due next week in class, and it was bothering me little by little. "Guys could you not talk about school for now, please?" I ask, trying not to sound rude out of my mind. The girls nod in understanding thankfully.

Jules and Demi were looking through an old photo album from a box that had all our pictures from my first year at Cadets to now. They started laughing at a picture of us at an outing; all the girls had to follow dress code so we decided to dress as guys for the weekend to throw everyone off.

I packed away my last piece of clothing- an army green jacket I always wore out- into one of my suit cases.

      Sighing I look around my room, it seemed so empty now... mum yells from down stairs, calling us all down because my flight would be leaving in an hour. I pick up a box and suit case, the girls grabbing some stuff as well and the twins coming in to help. I stop quickly and trace my hand on the door frame that held my height from a little girl. I've grown- not by much but I've grown.

Everyone is down stairs, waiting around. My things are packed into a truck and taken to the airport. Instantly the goodbyes and hugs and promises start. The boys lift me up, promising that they'll be good and call when they can and keep me updated on all the sports they play.

The girls hug me all together, Adrian bawling her eyes out and Kit patting her back. Jules and Demi and Maya and I laugh at the scene. Soon I say by to my dad, who would be staying here as my mum drove me.

Isaac was standing away from everyone, arms crossed and head down. Everyone, in silence, exits the room and leaves us alone. I walk up to him and grab his hand, lifting his head up so I can see his eyes.

They're a dark brown today, sad and confused. There's still a hint of happiness somewhere, and that leads me to believe something will happen in the next few minutes.

Isaac hugs me tightly, burying his face into my neck as he cries. I hug him back, holding all my emotions in. When he pulls away he says three words, "I love you." Shocked, yes, happy, majorly yes. He loved me, I loved him.

"I love you to Isaac, and I hope you can visit sometime." Smiling sadly at each other he pulls me back for another hug, pressing a kiss to the top of my head and whispering a promise that will forever be with me.

      Mum soon walks in, a sad smile dancing on her red-rose painted lips. I give everyone one last hug before leaving my home behind. A part of me felt like it was tearing apart when I looked back at the grey house and white picket fence as we drove away.

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      Rita was waiting for me at the private airport, dressed in a green pant-suit this time. The tall man was still behind her, once again dressed in black. I give mum one last hug and grab my two bags from the back.

      Rita smiles at me as I slowly trudge my way over to the dangerously high stairs. I look up, past the plane and to the wonderfully blue sky.

      Blue, clear and crystal and pure. It was amazing to just look at, and somehow I felt as if that sky would carry across the world and I'd still have a piece of home with me. Canada was home for my life, but now England would be. A change.

      I stare up at the sky, tilting my head back and pressing my eyes shut. I'd always remember home; my friends, my family and Isaac. I'd never forget them because of how big of apart they are in my life.

      Rita calls to me, and I resume walking until I'm sitting inside the leather seated plane and staring out a window.

      "Goodbye home," I mumble.

      'I promise you I'll always love you,'