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"But mom! I dont want to move!!" This isn't fair, what about MY feelings? What if I dont want to go?!!" "I'm sorry dear but we must move. Just think, if we dont move we cant pay for all the things that we have, because your father can't go to work.
"I hate you mom!!" said rane. "WELL!! IM SORRY YOU FEEL THAT WAY!!!Exclaimed her mother.
That night all the words my mom had said ran through my head like a freight train.
I had a horrible dream after thinking about it for so long. I dreamt that we didnt move because of me and we were thrown out of our house onto the streets.
When I woke up she said that we had to pack because tommorrow was when we had to leave for our flight. So without hesitation, I took a few boxes up to my room and did what I was told. In a few hours every single thing was in boxes, exept for three plates for our dinner tonight.
When I woke up the next morning,my mom had burst through the doors and ran to my bed. She woke me up as fast as she could and screamed: "GET UP!!! ITS ALMOST TIME FOR OUR FLIGHT!!!! ONE HOUR, HURRY!!"
So I quickly got up and did everything that I was supposed to.
It was a very long drive to the O'Hare air port. I almost fell asleep.
"Honey? whats wrong you seem sad." asked my mom. I didnt want to answer her because I was still mad about us having to move. I dont know why I was, I meen it isnt even her fault. I just stared at her for a long time hoping that she would feel un easy and just say never mind. But she didnt so I told her why I wasnt feeling good."Well...I am sad because I hate moving because no one there is going to like me." "Oh honey don't say that im sure every one is going to like you I prom-"Dont say I promise mom because you CAN'T promise you dont know how its like to be me!! All the kids are going to make fun of me!! And Denver isnt like Chicago so you cant say anything about how the kids there are."
"Well hun, it's true I really dont know but like you said, Denver isn't like Chicago."
When we finally made it to the O'hare we hurried to the gate. The flight attendant seated us. My mother and father got to sit next to each other while I was on the other side of the walk way. The person with the drinks came by and asked me, "Young lady? what would you like to drink?" "Umm...i'll have a coke please."
"ok one coke coming rite up." When she came back with everyone's order she was coming to me and tripped. I had coke all over my white dress before I new it. She said "ohmygod!! I am soo sorry!!" Through blurry eyes I told her that it was ok.
I ran to the bathroom and cried until I was to tierd to cry anymore.I sat back down in my seat and fell asleep.
I was a very vivid dreamer and I had the most terrible dream. I saw that we were up in the air and the gas tank was somehow leaking into the front. the guy who drove the plane had lit his lighter because the lights went out and he couldn't see. A huge ball of fire started blowing from the front and fried everyone there were shrieks of pain and terror from my parents and everyone around me. I just sat there with a blank stare. Waiting for my turn to burn to death. I heard my mom's voice in my head and I said I was so sorry for everything. (I will continue my story in the next journal entree.)