39. What's wrong?
It's Friday. Every single night I've been here I called jack and we talk about our days. We talk about our lives. I rod him about my ideas about me and his future. He laughed and said he loves it.
after we went to this group thing where we write about our trip. But the administrator wants detail. So it has to be like book long. I texted jack at 6:00pm: are you going to come to the airport to pick me up?
he replied two minuetes later: defenitely.
i smiled.i kept working. I lost track of times it was already 12:00am. To late to call jack. It's just one day. I fell asleep.
The next morning was basically me working on my paper and trying to get fresh air. The administrator said it was due Monday. I nodded. I fell asleep fast that day and forgot to call jack. Finally Sunday. This trip was great and fun but I miss jack and mom and my second mom.
i packed my stuff and grabbed the t-shirt I bought for jack. I ran to catch up with the group. We all got on the plane. I fell asleep and woke up to someone tapping my arm. "Were landed" they said. "Thanks" I said. I got up and grabbed my bag and got off the plane.
i walked through the airport. I couldn't find anyone. What the hell? Where was jack? Where was my mom.
i sat down and my mom came walking. Her nose red and eyes bloodshot. "Mom...what the hell you-" i noticed her sniffling. She had been crying....a lot.
"Mom are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head. We walked to the car in silence. We drove to the house in silence. What was wrong with her?