H. Sibelius: I would love to have you help me. I am still in my middle school days so I am just kinda winging it here. it would be so nice to have some help. But I know all about the trailer courts for universty's because I live in one with my fam. But ya thats why I decieded to write this story.
Angeloftheoperahouse: Your right. Thanks for informing me of that, I just figured that every one would find out in time. "You will understand in time" okay i am done.
Chapter Three: The Last Days At Home
"Mom why are you worrying so much? I have known Megan my whole life, she is my best friend. You know she won't let anything happen to me."
"It's not that I don't trust Megan with you safety, it's that if something were to happen to you I wouldn't be able to just get in the car and drive the couple of minutes that it would take if you went to college here. That's all I was saying."
"Okay, mom we lived in Alabama for 13 years, you know the environment. What could happen?"
"I don't want to do this, you are leaving in three days, I don't want us to be mad at each other when you leave. So let's make the best of the time we have."
Over the next couple of days Christie was showered with tons of cards from relatives, she didn't see what the big deal was.
She would be coming back, it wasn't like she was dying. But she read every single one, no matter how stupid it was. She
was going to miss California. On her last day at home all of her Cali girl friends and their boyfriends, who followed her and her
friends everywhere, took her out for one last night on the town. They took her clubing and when they had had a little too much
to drink, she drug them out of the Club and was assigned the part of designated driver with out anyone saying it. She drove
everyone home and when she had dropped the last one off with her car, she refused the ride home, and walked home thinking
to herself, "What a why to spend my last day in California."