Hey I'm Jaz, you wouldn't believe what I am about to tell you. I'm a fifteen year old girl, just like any other girl out there, but not for long. Oh, and by the way, I'm an only child.

It all started when I woke up on my fifteenth birthday. When I wake up, I think to myself, "I feel different somehow." Well, I dismiss the thought and head down stairs to find that my mom has made me an awesome birthday breakfast. Usually we would go out to eat for breakfast on my birthday, but for my mom to make me a special breakfast, it's like this is an extra special day, like Christmas. Weird. Maybe my mom has gotten into cooking again.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear my mom say, "Good morning! We're not going out to eat, because today is an extra special day!"

Ok, I know that some families cook a special breakfast for their kids on their birthday, but my mom was not one to do that. She mostly only cooked a special breakfast on Christmas. And this is just the beginning of the craziest day of my life.

I walk over to the table to see that my mom has cooked a giant stack of red colored pancakes, filled with raspberries. Just so you know, my favorite color is red, my mom says that when I was a baby, she had a hard time feeding me anything that wasn't red, and I guess that I really haven't change in that aspect, except that I do eat food that isn't red too. Next to the Pancakes, is a giant pitcher of raspberry lemonade, pomegranate seeds, and toast with raspberry jam. I sit down at the table and pour a glass of lemonade.

"Mom, where's dad?"

"Oh," she said like the question surprised her, ''He's just gone out to go pick some things up."

As I start to eat my breakfast, I watch as my mom cleans the dishes from making breakfast, and something just doesn't seem right. My mom keeps looking around, like something is going to jump out and scare her.

"Mom, are you all right?"

"Yes, just fine. Your father should be home any minute."

I'm really starting to freak out now. Why would dad get up early in the morning just to go pick something up, he always sleep in on the weekend, and why would mom make breakfast, and act so scared. Something has got to be wrong.

Right when I had finished eating breakfast, I heard footsteps heading towards the door. Then as I walk over to see who it is, my dad comes in looking like he had been running from a monster. When I started to ask him where he'd been, he walked right past me to mom. Then they started talking, and I could just barely make out a few words, like "run" "had to get away" and "its time".

As they were still talking, I decided to head into my bedroom and listen to some of my music. After a couple of minutes, my mom and dad come into my room, but since I like to listen to loud music, I didn't hear them until my mom tapped on my shoulder and I took my earphones out.

"Pack a bag! We are going on a vacation for your birthday, surprise!"

"What?"

"Our present to you this year is a vacation" dad said with a smile on his face. "We don't have much time before our plane takes off, so try to be ready in forty five minutes. Then my parents left my room and closed the door.

As I started to pack a bag of everything I might need for a week vacation, I started wondering where we were going. There were so many places that I have been wanting to go, like Disney World, or Silver Wood, but I knew that I would probably never get to go to those places, so having been told that we were going on a vacation, I was so happy. Once I had packet my suitcase with my laptop, clothes, books, and other necessities, I went down stairs to put my things in the car.

Once we were all packed up, all three of us headed to the airport. About halfway, my parents started to look worried. I decided to forget about it and listen to my music. When we got to the airport, we took out suitcases and headed to the area to go to the plane.

Once we got on the plane, my parents looked relieved. While we were sitting on the plane, waiting for it to take off, I asked my parents,

"Hey mom, where are we going?"

"Oh, it's a surprise."

So while I waited for the plane to take off, I listened to my music. While I was listening, I saw that my parents were talking about something, so I, without being seen, took out one of my earphones, so that I could listen to what they were talking about. "She's going to find out sooner or later," mom said acting concerned.

"Well, it's better if she doesn't know about it until she really needs to."

"But what if something happens and she needs to know?"

"Well, if the time comes, than we will tell her."

"But the time is now; today is the day that we can't take care of her anymore."

At that last word, I put my earphone back in and tried to forget about what they said. What did they mean by, "We can't take care of her anymore,"? As the plane ride went on, I started to fall asleep.