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*Ally's P.O.V*
"A school trip?" My dad and I were in the kitchen, him going through the permission slip with great interest. The nervous feeling was still at the pit of my stomach, now, almost causing me pain.
"U-huh." That was all I managed to get out. I was afraid that if I dared to say anything else, I might break down in tears.
My dad scratched his head. He looked at me, a little smile on his tanned face. "Well, honey, going to San Francisco sounds pretty cool. Are you sure you don't want to go?"
I choked back a sob. "But dad…It's a boat, we're talking about! I can't travel with those killing machines, you know that!"
My dad closed his eyes for a second, rubbing them with the palm of his hand. After, he put his arm around me, just like he'd always do when I was a little girl. Then, he whispered in my ear gently. "Are you sure, Ally-cat? You could have tons of fun there. I know you're scared. But nothing is going to go wrong. I promise."
I looked at him in shock. There went my plan B. If my dad says I have to go…then that means that I have to go. "No! I can't! Those things are NOT safe! Think about it! How can a thing with such weight glide so well on the water? Here's the answer: It can't! Something always goes wrong. Always!" I threw my hand in the air, for a more dramatic effect.
Dad had the nerve to laugh. "That's just paranoia, baby. Nothing bad is going to happen. Now go up to your room and pack. You're leaving the day after tomorrow. You better be ready!"
I gave my dad a glare before heading up to my room. As I climbed the stairs, I heard him mutter something about how he shouldn't have let me watch the Titanic.
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I shut the door behind me.
My bed looked so nice and warm, that I just wanted to curl up in there and never leave. But I couldn't.
For me, going on a boat was like suicide. So, basically, I had to pack for my suicide.
Sighing, I flopped myself onto my mini couch, reaching for my phone. I dialed Trish's number. I needed some moral support right now.
"Hello?" Her voice rang through the other line. "Ally? How'd it go with your dad?"
Tears threatened to burst out. I rubbed them away, and shrugged casually, even though I knew she couldn't see me. "Well…it went…ok, I guess."
I heard her squeal. "So you're not going? Yay! I'm not going to go either! My mom, like you, is scared of boats, and she doesn't want me to go. Ahh, Ally! This is going to be so awesome! We could stay at home, do each other's nails…and we could go to the spa!"
I forced a laugh. "That'd be great, just as long as you don't turn my face pink…again. But Trish, you don't understand. My dad says that I have to…"
Someone behind her said something; Trish answered something in Spanish, and then turned to me. "Oh, sorry Ally! I have to go. But I'm really happy you're not going. You can finally relax. You have nothing to worry about." And with that, she hung up the phone.
I sighed. Great. Now Trish thinks I'm not going. I should've told her what was really going on, but she really didn't leave me much of a choice than to agree.
Now, on top of being worried sick about the trip, I also had to worry about Trish. I basically lied to her. Of course, I didn't mean to lie…But then again, I couldn't exactly tell her that what I said wasn't true. For if I told her, she'd be worried for me, and people taking pity on me is the last thing I want. I'd just have to suck it up.
I sighed again. I went towards my bed and jumped on it, covering myself with one of the blankets. I didn't bother packing. I'd just do that tomorrow.
And like that, worried sick, I cried myself to sleep.
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The next day, dad gave me permission to stay home. He said that it would be good for me to relax, and I didn't argue, either.
He also said that I could call Trish, but after what happened last night, I wasn't all that enthusiastic. I'd just have to tell the truth her once I'm on the boat. That way, she wouldn't have time to worry about me. I'd already be on my way to San Francisco.
Besides, I really wanted to work on that 'sucking it up' plan I had figured out. I mean…maybe my dad's right. Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything will be ok.
Sigh.
Currently, I was stuffing random stuff into the suitcase my dad had given me before he left for Sonic Boom this morning.
"It was your mom's." He had said. "It'll bring you luck." I really hoped it would. I'll need a bunch of it if I was to go on a boat.
After my suitcase was ready, I just spend the day downstairs, watching T.V, in nothing but my dad's baggy shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts. I felt comfortable, and the cartoons I watched cheered me up. They reminded me off the time when I was little, and my mom was alive. How the two of us would sit on the couch, just like I'm sitting right now, watching silly little cartoon shows, while mom whispered in my ear how unrealistic the characters are. She always was a fan of the real things, things that existed. I'd always tell her that she's wrong back then. I had told her that a million times. But now, as I watched them, I figured she was right. She always was. Gosh, how much I missed her…
It was getting dark outside. I felt myself getting drowsy, and my eyelids getting heavy. I fell asleep with the T.V on, the blue glow of it dancing upon the walls.
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