Remembrance of December by Kiauna Vogus (love story books to read .txt) 📖

By the time I was packed and all ready to leave to my grandma's, my room looked cold and lonely. I still cannot believe I won't be in my own room for a month. I've been planning this for awhile but now that it's actually happening, it seems unreal. 

I'm leaving all the way to Washington for winter break. A whole month in Washington with my grandma. I still don't know why my mom is sending me all the way to Washington for only a month. All by myself, too. My brother, Carter has other plans and my sister Saylum is a little too old to visit her grandmother. So i'm all by myself.

"Alannis! Hurry up! It's been a thousand years with you!"

I hear my mom call my name up the stairs. I roll my eyes. She could be so overdramatic.

I close my suitcase and carry it down the stairs.

"Finally. You took forever, Alannis. What took so long?" "Mom, I didn't take that long. Stop being so dramatic."

"You did. Now lets get in the car and drive you to the airport."

My mom and I head out the door. I whisper a goodbye to the house. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little scared. I've never been away from my family or own house for so long. My could tell I was scared because she took me in for a long hug and held my face in her hands.

"It will be fine, Alannis. You haven't seen gram in awhile. It'll be good for you to get out of this house."

I nodded and got in the car.

The drive was terrifying. Butterflies were in and out of my stomach. The bad kind, not the good kind. The kind you have when you're scared of rollercoasters and you're about to go on one and your stomach will not stop having that feeling. I hate it. Throughout the drive, my mom kept patting my hand. Even a few "you'll do fines." I feel like i'm making this so dramatic. Like how my mom makes everything out to be.

I feel like a little kid. Making something so little be a big, scary thing. Like seeing a tree outside the window and thinking it's a big terrifying monster. Most people my age wouldn't think twice about going on a plane and flying across the country. Well, maybe they would. But wouldn't make it such a big thing. I hope I don't throw up when I get to the airport. Because it's hard to hold my breakfast down just by driving.

After 5 hours, we finally arrive to the airport. The butterflies are worst than ever and my hands start to tremble. I can't believe i'm here, flying across the country. Away from my family, house. My mom offers to come in with me so I wouldn't be as anxious. I wanted to prove i'm a big, seventeen year old, but I couldn't even do it. I needed my mom to come with me or I would cry.

My mom and I got my ticket and it was five minutes before take off.

"Are you okay Alannis? I know it's scary for you." "Yeah i'm fine mom. Just nervous."

"Don't be nervous. You'll be in Washington in no time. You'll call me when you get there, right?"

"Of course mom."

"That's my girl. Now give me a big hug and kiss before you get on the plane."

The tears came fast and I couldn't control them. I tried, but they wanted to flow. My mom noticed just as quickly as they came and hugged me extra long. She kissed my forehead, then my cheek.

I wiped my tears away.

"I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to cry. I'm just going to miss you mom. It's suppose to be the other way around."

A small laugh came out of me.

"Oh Alannis. I'll miss you too sweetie. I'll miss you more than you could know."

She gave me another hug when we heard the announcer say my plane was boarding. I wiped my tears away.

"That's me. I'll see you in a month."

I waved my mom goodbye, and on the plane I was.

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The plane ride wasn't that bad. I didn't throw up which i'm guessing that's a good thing. It's already weird to be more than a thousand miles away from my family. I'm already having homesickness and I haven't even been here for more than 5 minutes. I'm waiting for the car my grandma sent me. You know in those movies where the guy is holding up a sign with the person's name on it? Yeah, i'm waiting for one of those.

I finally found the guy, his name is Rod, and we walked to the car. I gasped to see what was in-front of me. Instead of a car, a limo was taking place.

"Um Rod? Where's the car?" "Your grandma insisted we take the limo."

"Isn't it somewhat weird? I mean-"

I didn't finish my sentence. There was no point in to argue why we were taking a limo instead of a car. No sane person would even want to question it. They would be excited, not weirded out by the situtation.

"Oh alright."

I got into the limo, still weirded out. Why would my grandma send a limo? She isn't rich, I don't think. Well, it has been awhile since I've seen her. 

Rod tried making small talk with me during the ride, but I barely spoke anything. It was so awkward, i'm not going to lie. I didn't know this guy, I didn't want too. I'm just awkward about everything I guess. 

The ride to my grandma's took a little bit of time. By the time we got to her house, I was drained. I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up until a thousand years has passed by. But I think I fell asleep in the car because next thing I knew, Rod was shaking my shoulder, telling me we were at my grandma's house.

"What? Were already here?" "Yes. You fell asleep."

I got out of the limo, stretching my arms.

When I saw the house, my jaw dropped.

"Um are you sure were at the right house?"

Rod laughed.

"Of course. I never get directions wrong."

The house was a two story mansion, victorian looking and it was so extravagant.  

"But gram isn't rich.." I whispered in discoern.

"What was that Alannis?"

"Um nothing. Lets go in?"

"We shall."

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Publication Date: 12-08-2013

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Dedication:
To my baby Ana.