4:00 am
A knock sounds on my door, waking me from my slight slumber.
I don’t sleep very deeply these days.
A splinter of light spills into my room, causing me to shield my eyes.
“Drew, it’s time to get up. Our plane leaves in two hours.”
I nod slightly and roll out of bed.
It’s Saturday and the same day we leave for my Aunt Claudia’s house.
The only bad part, she lives in London England.
That’s a bit far from our dreary Montana town.
My bag was packed for me and my only task is showering.
4:45 am
My brown messenger bag is slung across my shoulder, filled with an Ipod, a polaroid camera, three books, a pen and paper.
Looks like I’m all ready for the trip.
Hooray.
I can barely stand looking in the mirror.
My light brown hair is normally messy. Bags are under my hazel eyes. My face is splotchy.
I don’t have anyone to impress though. That’s a bonus.
My high school sweats are thin, but they fit my curvy frame. My tank top is covered by a plain white sweatshirt.
I want to be comfortable.
Walking downstairs I’m hit by nausea.
The sight of tinsel hung along every corner make me cringe.
Our eight foot tall Christmas tree looms at me in the corner.
Tiny Santa’s beady black eyes glare at me from every available surface.
I live in the freaking North Pole.
My dad fills our Pathfinder with all the baggage, and my big brother sits in the driver’s seat.
Snow sprinkles from the sky and blanks everything in a white shine.
It all disgusts me.
This is a Christmas that I am in no mood for.
Not in the least.
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RomanceThis is a story about a girl named Drew. She went through a bad break up, her heart is shattered, and it's Christmas time. But she is so not feeling that Christmas Cheer. Because she can't seem to stop thinking about HIM. But what Drew doesn’t know...
