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I felt bad as I walked home, thinking about the camping trip. I didn't exactly want to go, but at the same time, I really did. Cynthia seemed pretty happy that I agreed to go, I guess, and this wasone of the last trips we'd ever get to take together. But then again, the trip was to bug-infested Mako Island.
Another thing that held me back from going was my Grandmother. I already knew that she most likely would not let me go. She never lets me do anything that involves having fun. She's still mad that I skipped going to my therapy to hang out with my friends every Tuesday and Thursday night, and now she's very over-protective about letting me go out too much. I don't understand her.
I finally made it home. I walked inside slowly, as if I were going inside of a Haunted House, and placed my book bag on the hanger. My Grandmother didn't notice that I was walking in, and that made me feel relieved. I began to walk quietly towards the hall when I heard the door shut.
Crap,I thought. I always forget how loud that door is.
"Talia," my Grandmother said as she turned her head away from the TV. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Oh, I thought you were sleeping." I giggled nervously.
"No," she said. "So, how was school today? You're finally a senior!"
"I guess now we've got one thing in common." I said.
Grandmother laughed. "Good one," she said.
"Well, I already have tons of homework to do so I'm going to go do that. Bye!" I said and hurried out of the room.
As I started to make my way down the hall, I realized how distant my relationship with my Grandmother was. We were never really that close, but nowadays we always had awkward conversations like that. I don't know why I can't just be honest with her, why I can't just tell her how I've been feeling. I shouldn't be against her like this, but I can't help myself. Everyone leaves me, and my Grandmother is most likely going to be the next to go, due to her old age, and maybe if I keep my distance it won't hurt as badly this time.
"Wait," Grandmother said. "I need to talk to you. Come sit down."
I turned around and walked slowly over to the couch and sat down. I tried to relax as I wondered what she was going to say.
"I got an email this afternoon from your Science teacher," Grandmother said.
I looked down at my hands. I really hope this isn't going where I think its going.
"It was about a camping trip to Mako Island this weekend," Grandmother continued. "Why didn't you tell me? The permission slip is due tomorrow."
"Oops!" I gasped sarcastically. "I must have forgotten!
Grandmother ignored me. "Were you just going to put it off until later, or were you just planning on getting out of it?"
I continued to look down at my hands and waited about a minute until I answered. "You would've said no," I practically whispered. "You alwayssay no."
"I only tell you that you can't do things for a good reason," Grandmother said. "You and I both know what happened last year when you started skipping therapy. I'm just worried about you."
"I can handle myself," I said, on the verge of yelling at her.
"Can you?" Grandmother yelled. "You always make such awfuldecisions, and it's such a shame because you're such a nice and sweet girl."
"If I always make such awfuldecisions, then why do you even want me to go on this trip?" I screamed back.
"Listen, let's not yell, okay?" Grandmother said with a much lighter tone than before. "I haven't been letting you do these types of things for about a year now, and I've always felt bad about it. I've been doing it for a good reason though, and you know it. I want to start trusting you again, I don't want to fight. Come on, you'll have a good experience."
"So, you're actually letting me do something?" I started to smile.
Grandmother smirked. "Maybe, only if you promise that nothing bad will happen."
"I won't, I promise!" I quickly hugged her. "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome!" Grandmother said.
I got up and hurried over to my room. I couldn't believe she was finally starting to trust me again.
I secretly hoped that I would keep my promise to Grandmother, when I said that nothing bad would happen. I wanted everything to be perfect. "But that's not possible," I whispered to myself. "Perfection doesn't exist."
What will happen to Talia this weekend on the camping trip? What happened to Talia last year when she skipped therapy that made her Grandmother stop trusting her? Find out in the next chapter (which is going to be split into two parts).
