5:30 pm
I walked into my aunts house and already I knew she was on the kitchen table doing her yoga. The lights were all off and the house smelt of incense, what else could be going on?
"Aunt Lindsey!" I called, taking my shoes off on the mat by the door.
"You ruined my mood," she called back and I could hear her clambering off the table.
She came and looked at me, "You're turning into a real guy," she said sighing, "I knew it would happen someday." She hugged me and I giggled.
"Don't worry," I replied in my girlish voice, "not yet."
"Well," she said, releasing me, "Thats why I'm giving you your own choice about the whole dorm thing."
"Are you serious!"
"Don't make me change my mind, I already called the principal, your moving in tomorrow," she said, on the verge of tears.
"Oh, Aunt Lindsey," I said picking her up into a big bear hug. Aunt Lindsey is short and scrawny and always wearing the sort of clothes artists do, you know, wacky ones.
"Go pack," she said regretfully, pointing up the stairs to where my room was.
I ran, no danced up the stairs and bounded into my room. I'd miss is dearly for sure. The bright pink walls always stuck out to me during the scariest parts of the night and the fuzzy carpet always welcomed me after a hard day. I spun around, landing on my bed. I was positioned so that I saw a picture that was hanging on the wall of me, Leah, and Tom at my 14th birthday party. Before I knew it I was crying. I really, really loved Tom, so much. How could he have done something like this to me? And Leah, I trusted her with my heart and soul. They probably didn't even notice I disappeared from their school. I ripped the picture in half so that they could feel like my heart.
After packing up all my stuff, well all the nongirly stuff anyways I left it downstairs by the front hall and followed the aroma of my favorite, chicken parmisan, all the way to the kitchen.
"I'm making your favorite," Aunt Lindsey said.
"You didn't make it, it was frozen," I laughed and she laughed. I knew Aunt Lindsey couldn't cook for her life.
I sat down in the chair next to her and smiled, "It smells good."
"Yeah, yeah," she said wacking me with a fork she had in her hand.
"I'm really gonna miss you," I said, "really."
"I'm gonna miss you too, and you better visit," she said, "like every week."
I laughed and the timer went off for the food to come out of the oven, "Let's eat and forget about leaving until tomorrow."
