Chapter 11
I didn't have my nightmare last night. As I lay here in my bed, I think, why didn't I dream of my nightmare? I push the covers off me and check on my mom in her room. She is still laying in the same spot, underneath all of the covers curled up in a ball, crying. I walked over to her and rub her arm, "Mom".
"Isabella..," she says, still with her back facing me.
"I was just wondering if you're going to work tomorrow. I'm going to be going to school," I told her.
"What day is it today?" she asked. I'm not surprised that she doesn't know what today is. I mean, the only reason she would get up out of her bed was to use the restroom. I would bring her her food or drink.
"Sunday, today is Sunday, Mom," I replied.
"If I'm up to it, I'll go to work," she said. I walked out of her room thinking to myself, "which probably means a 'no'."
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After I ate my breakfast, I go up to my room and turn on my MacBook. I sit there, staring at my background of Jeremy and I. It was last summer when this picture was taken, and I kept it as my background ever since. My mom, Jeremy and I went on sumer vacation to Hawaii that year. It was so warm and fun there. I wished I could of stayed there forever. In that picture, we were at a black sand beach on "The Big Island". That day had to be one of the best in my life! We swam with dolphins, ate pineapple, laughed so much. That had to be the first time my mom, my brother and I laughed that hard since dad's death. That vacation was the reason my brother wanted to join the army. When getting off the plane to Hawaii, we went to go pick up our bags. While waiting for the carousel of bags to come around, I noticed Jeremy looking across the room to the people who were getting on the plane leaving Hawaii.
"Jeremy, what are you looking at?" I remember asking him.
"That soldier," he replied and I looked and saw a young man wearing a camouflage army suit.
"Why?" I wondered.
"In private, I've been debating whether to join the army or not," he said. At that moment, my mom turned her head and faced us.
"Why would you want to join the army, honey?" my mom asked with a slight hint of worrying in her voice.
"Well, my country has done so much for me that I wanted to 'return the favor' and, well, fight for my country," he told my mom and I.
"Oh, here are our bags," my mom said and that was the end of the soldier talk. My memory was interrupted by the sound of a message from someone on iChat. It was Madeline.
caliallthewaay: heeeey Isabelle!
I guess I should reply.
loveispure: hi
caliallthewaay: what's up?
loveispure: nothing
caliallthewaay: saaaame.
Great. Now the conversation could be over and I could go back to reliving "the good days". Suddenly another sound from iChat came up.
caliallthewaay: sooooo….r u coming to school tomorrow?
loveispure: most likely
caliallthewaay: cool cool. r u feeling ok?
loveispure: well being that my brother is missing and my mom is curled up under the covers of her bed crying, i would say no i'm not feeling ok.
caliallthewaay: alright then.
caliallthewaay has signed off.
Just what I need, my friend to be mad at me. Wonderful.
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Please, Don't Go!
Teen Fiction13 year old girl, Isabelle, is best friends with her 19 year old brother, Jeremy. But when Jeremy has to go back to Iraq to fight in the war she is so upset and overwhelmed. Now that he left it’s just her and her mother because her father passed awa...
