1 Month, 28 Days Before

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I had a dream where I was running for what seemed like forever, but woke up to the sound of my phone. A phone call from Greg. I answer, "Hello?!" "Where are you, get up here quickly!" I was running late, crap. I ran into my room, got clothes from my packed bag, grabbed it, and got in my 1980 Chrysler. I drive up to Science Wonders, where Greg and fellow co-workers are around, holding a banner saying they'll miss me. It's sad they made that, they don't care. "Bye Jake." Claire said, my ex. "Thanks, I guess. . ." I walk up to Greg, "Ready."

What seemed like forever, we finally got to our destination, London AirLines. I look at the giant 1 story airport, mostly glass walls. I could see the thousands of people inside. It was a busy day apparently. He drops me at the entrance, "Wai . . ." . I only wave, I don't speak. I hate public places, meeting new people is hard for me.

I found my air route, L15. I go through the long hallway, and look in the plane. Not bad, 4 seats per row in the middle, the sides are 2. "Alright passengers, you must sit down now and put your seatbelt on." The flight attendant, Laura, looks straight at me, making me feel retarded. I sit down, buckle up, and take a journey to the most unfortunate time.

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