I looked out the plane’s window to see nothing but the white clouds. I knew we were in California by now, but we weren’t near Malibu yet. I groaned and closed the window shutter. I lay my head back in my seat and closed my eyes. I tried my best to think, but I couldn’t. My head was spinning.
What was I doing? What was going on? Everything had happened so fast. My Dad had died in a car crash eight days ago and now I was sitting on a plane with my mother to my favorite place in the world, Malibu. My mom would take me there every summer because she knew how much I loved it. But right now the thought of living there didn’t comfort me. Right now I just wanted to be back in Friday Harbor. I felt safe in Friday Harbor. With my friends, and my mom and my dad on the small little island in the San Juan archipelago.
Everything was going so great until that one day. It was summertime and the sun had been shining for the last week. Then it had started to rain.
2007-07-11
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