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Tuesday, 12 January 2010
12:41:23 AM (GMT)
Chapter Four- Awkward Goodbyes

School, for once I begged for it. Home wasn't home anymore, it was a cold, bitter
Home was torture and school was now my last and only getaway. I looked at
knowing that I would never see these again. It pained me to look at my friends for I
that I wouldn't see them for a while, if ever again. Jude didn't lose it, but I could
the pain in his eyes, and I felt it in his presence. It was awkward. I wanted to say
something, but held it back, knowing that my words would only make the situation
Homeroom was probably the worst, which in contrast, ruined the rest of the day. 
"'s the day huh?" he said. Hiding his eyes, probably trying not to
"Yep" I said, much tensity in my voice.
There was silence.
"Why do you have to go? Why do you have to leave" this time looking into my eyes, I
see his  tearing.
"It's not like I want to, it's not my fault. I didn't have a choice."
Jude and I are a bit sensitive, which is probably why we're such great friends.
"If I had a choice, I wouldn't leave."
Jude let of what seemed to be relief.
"I'm gonna miss you man." 
"Me too."
The rest of the day was slow and awkward all I could think about was how much I'd
i was so out of it.
I hated myself for not trying. 
For just giving up.
For not facing my parents.
Why didn't they tell me. 
When school let out there were only two things on my mind...don't cry, and don't
Mom had taken my car that day and waited for me outside of the school.
I wanted to cry so badly but I restrained myself, this is the last my peers would see
me. I don't want to leave crying
When mom and I arrived home the first thing we did was load the car and our few
unpacked belongings.
It was seven o'clock and we had to leave to catch our flight. 
Dad and his friend were driving the moving truck to our new home. 
Mom and I grabbed our carry on bags and headed for gate seven.
"Flight 747 to Chicago is now boarding at Gate 7" announced a flight attendant over
the intercom.
We boarded the plane and found our seats.
Our flight captain ran through the routine announcement.
"...Please fasten your seatbelts we will be taking off shortly."
"Attention Passengers, prepare for take off..."
within a few seconds the plane began to move.
As we rose into the air, I looked out of my window, bidding my childhood home
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