PART ll
SPAIN
I walked to down the long hallway, which ascended slowly, in a haze. I clutched the silver suit case with the words: Isabel Conklin on it. Not even desperate shouts of my name caused me to turn around. No. This trip was not only a learning experience, but an escape. I glanced at the people around me—thirty or so classmates willing to study abroad their sophomore year. There were a few teachers up front, looking excited to have been chosen for the highly anticipated trip. Six months in a total different place was luxury. I took a deep breath, sighing. For once, I didn't concentrate on the things I had left behind, the things that already happened; the past. Instead, I awaited the future ahead of me and what it brought.