I blinked. The television buzzed, a sigh of boredom escaped. Over the summer, there was nothing to do. The hot doldrums called Florida baked in the scalding sun. The cicadas cried in the woeful heat. A clink of glass and ice, ah, here came Sarah. I was seated on the couch at Sarah's house, in the study. We had just finished playing SSB: B and were just hanging out, glad for the soft couch and air conditioning. I accepted the glass from her, and she sat down beside me. Today was our last day of summer. "I don't want to go back." She said, understandably sighing. "Aw, come on," I said, smiling. "It's a new year, new friends, and new adventures. I bet it's going to be great." Sarah never knew exactly how accurate that statement would be.
The next day, all my things were ready. I slipped on my hoodie, checked on my stuff, and ran out the door. Sarah lived right around the corner, and I intended to say farewell. My feet pounded against the asphalt, I was running later than expected. I check my watch, glance up the street, put my head down and sprint faster. I arrive at her door, gasping for air. I ring the doorbell. Sarah opens the door, a bit surprised at my sudden arrival. "Hey," I panted, laughing. "I just wanted to stop by and say goodbye before I left. I got a trans—"my words caught in my throat. A tiny square envelope with a red seal drifted down, accompanied by the screech of a bird. I followed its windblown path right until it landed at Sarah's feet. A grin exploded on my face. "Pack you stuff, we've got to go."
"What are you talking about?" Sarah said, obviously confused. I picked up the envelope and handed it to her, gently, reverently. After that, everything was an explosion. I shouldered my way into her house, grabbing her wrist and kicking the door closed with my foot. I'll admit, it was rude, but considering the circumstances, it wasn't so bad. With Sarah in tow, I dashed to her bedroom and allowed her to catch her breath and consider what was going on. I began rifling through her closet, a bit unceremoniously. "Stop it, what are you doing?" Sarah had found her voice and grabbed my wrist, halting my rifling. I looked her in the eyes, and gently removed her hand from my arm. "Open the envelope. It'll explain. Now do you have a trunk or suitcase?" My search move to the upper levels of her closet, as Sarah eyed me suspiciously, slowly breaking the wax on the envelope. Proudly successful, I pulled down a decent sized suitcase and flipped it open. Looking up, I saw Sarah's eyebrows furrowed her mouth slightly agape. "We're running late, so I suggest you pack. London gets cold in the winter, remember."