"What?!" I exclaimed spitting my water. "Astrid!" My 20 year bother shouted as the water from my mouth hit him. "Your fucking sending me to boot camp?!" I yelled ignoring his complaining. "I'm not. Dad is." He corrected me still looking pissed. "Why?!" I said looking at the front door. When he gets home he has a hell of a lot of explaining to do. "Because he and I are going to Boston for a year." He said and my eyes widened even more, if that was possible. "A year?!" I shouted my jaw was already on the ground. "Holy shit ass, calm down, boot camp isn't that bad." He chuckled rolling his eyes.