"Mom," I whine. "I am going to be fine. I am thirteen after all. I can go on a plane by myself." She glances over at me. "You have your passports?" "Yep," I say. "Money?" "All two hundred of it." "The clothes you need? Enough underwear and socks?" "I'm not three anymore, Mom. I have everything that I need. I've been checking every day for the last month. If I don't have something, I'll buy it. Okay, Mom?" "Fine." Mom pulls in an open spot in the Portland, Oregon airport parking garage. I open the door and step out of the stuffy van. "Here," my mother says, handing me my bright orange backpack. "I'll open the back for your suitcases." "Thanks," I say. She gets out my two suitcases and gives them to me. "Do you want me to go in with you, honey?" I sigh. "No, Mom. I'm fine. I've flown to New York and back." "With Beth!" "Witch is like being by myself. Beth is annoying so I blocked her out for the trip. Okay, bye, Mom." "Bye, Samantha." "It's just Sammy." "I love you." "You, too, Mom." I walk to the entrance of the airport. I don't see much people my age. Either way too old or way too young. Its because, I remind myself, I just got of school. It's the end of the week. I am going to see my brother. There is nothing wrong with that. I get to the main desk and hand my passport to the reseptionist. She points me to my plane. I go through metal detector and so forth. In about a hour, I am finally in the seat of my plane. I have a window seat, so I stare out it. I hear someone sit next to me. "Sammy?" a voice asks.