Nick's POV
"She's going to be fine."
"She's not going to be fine, Nick."
"Yes she is. She's a big girl now Sara."
"No! She's not going to be fine! She's going to get hurt. She's going to miss us."
I looked into her eyes. They were sad, very sad. She really didn't want her to go.
"Nick, if she gets hurt it's on your conscious."
"She'll be fine!"
We heard a thump and turned around. My 14 year old daughter was wearing her favorite pair of converse, which her grandmother ordered especially from the UK that had rainbows on it, and jeans that looked…written on. She was wearing her camp T-shirt, Camp Frisé, a sophisticated music camp specializing in rock groups. Her hair was in pig tails and her favorite orange sunglasses perched on her head. Her bags packed and her guitar slung over her back.
"It's just summer camp, Mom. I'll be back in a month."
"Oh, you will write, right?" Sara was on the verge of tears. She never left Alena for more than three days, and she would break down even then. Sara and Alena didn't have a mother-daughter relationship, more like sister-sister because Alena was born when Sara was 22, they have always been close.
"No Mom. I'll call. But I'll write if I get my cell-phone taken away."
"You better not Ms. Stokes. I paid good money for that phone in your hand." She looked at the red Motorola Krazr in her hand and smiled.
"I won't lose it. It's an awesome phone and a great birthday present. I love it Dad." She glanced at her phone. "Shoot, it's almost time to go. We need to leave at 11. The flight is at 12:30."
I looked at the clock. It was 10:30.
"We'll be fine Alena." She was grabbing her bags and loading them into Sara's Toyota Prius.
"Not if you have to pick up three more riley band members." Alena continued grabbing some stray guitar picks lying around our house and some other things.
"Oh that's right. Kaylee, Molly, and Lindsey are going too. Grab Lindsey's drum sticks. She left them here a little while ago." I went into the garage and found a small corner of posters and lyrics taped up to the wall. I found some stray guitar picks and lyrics scattered around. I found a whole can of drum sticks that were Lindsey's and grabbed them all. I slowly looked around their corner. Blankets and pillows lined the corner and a mini-fridge near the outlet. When Molly, Kaylee, and Lindsey came over, they never came out of the garage. I sighed, I wasn't going to be happy knowing that there was going to be silence in my house for a little over a month.
"Dad! We need to go pick them up and head to the airport!" Sara was in the car. Alena was bouncing in the back seat. Her yellow T-shirt with the camp logo was staring me in the face, mocking me.
In the next 15 minutes, 3 more girls entered the car. The four member of their unnamed band bouncing excitedly in Sara's car for their camp in Santa Cruz, California. We took them to the baggage claim and when we reached their terminal, Sara finally started crying.
"I'll miss you Lenny. Call me when you get there Okay? I want you to be safe."
"I'll be fine. Don't have too much fun without me. I love you. I love you too, Dad."
"Bye Alena."
Her and her band members walked trough the portal, singing "I wish we all could be California, Girls!!" and giggling. She would be gone for 5 weeks. In five weeks a lot could happen. Let's just hope it's not a whole lot.
