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I swung my duffel bag over my shoulder and grabbed my suitcase. Dark clouds covered the sky and a nice mist hung in the air.
     "Bye honey." My mom repeated from the doorstep for the 7th time.
     "Love you!"
     "Love you too, mum." I replied, readjusting a bag sliding off my shoulder while I struggled with putting my luggage into the trunk of my dad's car.
     "Come along Chem." My dad mumbled by me while he helped me lift my suitcase.
     "Sorry, sir."
I hopped into the backseat of his car while he kissed mum goodbye. It was a 5 hour drive to the school, far enough from here. My dad scooted into the front seat and without saying a word, started the car and silently drove away from our neighborhood, then past the "Leaving town" sign, and so far away I didn't even recognize where we were anymore. I leaned my head on the cold window while excitement infested me, and I started getting impatient by the time 2 hours had past.
    

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