Indifferent

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"BOOM!" I yelled, as I scored a snickers bar from the vending machine. "TEN POINTS!"

Usually we'd play a vending machine game whenever we were bored or waiting for something.

Each row had a certain amount of points.

First row ten, second row twenty and so on.

Whoever got to one hundred points first wins a meal paid for to wherever they want.

We'd have to close our eyes and choose a letter and number, and whichever we choose, there's our points.

I had sixty and he had eighty.

Jamie pushed me out of the way with one hand and snatched it out.

"Hey!!" I yelled and jumped up to grab it, not being able to. "That's my points!"

"Gotta be quicker than that!" He kept spinning so I wouldn't be able to grab it. "I changed the rules and if you grab it before the other person, too, that's extra points."

My jaw dropped in disagreement.

"At least split!" I whined, aggressively crossing my arms.

Airport vending machines were pretty cool, even though there were small stores and restaurants inside and around.

Jamie broke a piece off, gave it to me and then the mood deepened a little.

"Don't forget me." Jamie started, his head hanging low as he looked down at me. "And— bring me a souvenir."

I was finally getting ready to leave for Korea.

I was so happy.

My mom and sisters helped me pack and Jamie came and helped me put everything in the car and carry into the airport.

It was seven in the morning and my flight leaves at eight.

I threw on some regular pajamas, just a plain Tee and some joggers with a pair of boots.

I didn't know what to bring.

So, I packed up my whole entire room.

I was staying in a dorm that I hadn't even toured yet.

There was no way in hell that my mom was taking a trip to Korea just to take a tour of a college that we could easily look at online.

I sadly sighed, not wanting to leave one of my best friends for so long.

"Come with me." I suggested, standing on my tip toes.

"Pfft." He spat out, turning his head. "I ain't going to no damn Korea."

"Boy, Whatever." I stood back on my heels and pushed him a little.

He chuckled, finishing his side of the snicker bar.

I couldn't believe that my very own mother, who was always kind of strict on me about leaving the house, is actually allowing me to go on a trip to Korea.

I didn't find it possible.

I questioned if this was all too good to be true, and usually if it's too good to be true, then it is.

I kept ignoring all the signs telling me not to go.

My gut telling me I should stay but I was literally blinded by these so called rose lenses that my mom said I wore since I was a kid.

I started opening and closing my fists while looking around.

"Wassup?" Jamie worriedly asked, watching my fists open and close.