I woke up to a rare sunny day. Outside was a green wilderness, growth covering most areas. Smiling, I stretched and looked across my room. There was a stack of clothes and pair of shoes on my old wooden bureau. Remembering today's schedule I fell back into the pillows with a groan.
"Why me!" I said, my voice muffled with the pillow.
"I hate Mondays! Why does this have to be today?" ranting as I threw the coverlet from around my feet to the floor. The air was so cold that my teeth started to chatter so I ran to the door in a flurry.
"Turn on the heat!" I called.
Sounds of bustling feet came from the kitchen.
Gran, you sneaky rat, I thought as she moved to the bottom of he stairs. Directly below my room. In front of the thermastate. good! She gave me a shrewed look and said,
"Get dressed,Row, and you won't be so cold. Now, please,hon, stop screaming like a maniac and dont wake up your parents for another hour."She smiles tenderly at me.
"Oh alright!" I whisper shouted. "But maybe you'd put the the heater up a notch, please?" I asked politely,softening my voice, giving my favorite grandmother a smile.
There was a twinkle in her eyes as she walked back into the kitchen with a smirk on her face. I went back into a pout as I rushed to the dresser, pulling my night-gown off as fast as I could. I decided to wear a salmon pink sweater dress with leggings for the airport. Yea, a liitle too much, for an airport. But this was the two out of five most important people in my world. Of course I was going to dress up for them.
It was going to be a long good-bye. I wouldn't see them for three monthes!
Downstairs the coffee pot was a brew'n and the smell of eggs wafted up the hallway. In the rooms across the hall of the old victorian house,the rest of my family was getting up to put on a sad play. Nice Rowan. It wasn't a literal play, just a really sad good-bye. A dramatic one too.
It was always like that. For school,for camp,for walking the dog. Always a little parting, a sad good-bye. But today was our first time separating from our parents on a buisness trip. The first. Mom must be a wreck! I went downstairs just as the first of three doors were opening.
'Its showtime!' I thought sarcastically, a grin lighting my face. That's when the curtains opened.