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-Charity's POV still-

"Are you sure you have everything?" My mother stands in front of me, eyeing my luggage as if it were a piece of meat, unzippering and zippering my suitcases, checking every available surface. It's way too early in the morning to be doing this. It's four thirty in the morning for crying out loud.

"Yes, mom," I groan for the…100th? time now. She's been at this for about a half hour. "I packed everything I need. It's only a week. Now, stop. I'm a big girl." I had to laugh at her horrified expression to my 'big girl' statement. It was almost like she just realized I was officially an adult and she couldn't do anything to change back time.

"Now who is meeting you at the airport?" She studied me, tears in her eyes. God, this is embarrassing.

"Beth. She is Jeff's girlfriend. Don't worry mom, she only kills on Tuesdays," I say, trying to lighten the mood. Much to my dismay, my mother's horrified expression just worsens, making me shake my head and sigh. "Don't worry mom, I'll be fine. Matt and Jeff aren't going to do anything. C'mon you've been watching them almost as long as I have."

She sighs. "I know babydoll." As she turns to my father, who magically appeared to put my suitcases in the car, I can hear her sniffle. Okay, now it's just getting out of hand. It's not like I'm five…I'm eighteen, AN ADULT. I wish she would realize that. "I just worry. This is your first time away from the family. I want to be there with you."

"If you sneak into my suitcase I will chuck you from the plane," I say with a broad smile, finally having a laugh from my mother. She smiles widely back as I hug her. "Don't worry about me, okay? This is my dream."

"I know baby." And finally, we let go, and walk down the stairs.

I insist on going to the hospital quickly before going to the airport. My mom is fussing that I'm gonna miss my flight. For crying out loud, it's two hours until it leaves! I need to see my brother, he's my other half.

"Char," he says happily when I enter the room. I notice a new set of flowers in the corner, and instantly know they're from his girlfriend Kelly. She always sends flowers. I smile at them before walking over to the bed and giving him the biggest hug we've ever possibly shared.

"Boo," I grin. "They're trying to get me to the airport already."

Penn laughs. "Well, I'm surprised you're not running to North Carolina."

I laugh too. "Nope…not for now. I suppose ruining my new vans will not be worth it." Okay, so I'm the queen of horrible, corny jokes. Sue me, whatever. Penn looks down at the checkered shoes and gives me a thumbs up.

"Nice." I study him as he says the four letter word. Penn's always pale face is bright with color for the day. He's just as excited as I am…I can tell. Sometimes I wonder if we were honestly twins, just I stayed in my mother's belly for one more year.

"We should get going." Of course. Daddy always has to be early. I sigh, glancing between my family members. My mom's make-up is smudged in parts from crying, my father adjusting his business tie…like he does every two seconds. Penn – of course – just has the biggest grin on his face.

"Alright. I love ya sis. Have a good time, and make sure to take pictures for me. I expect a full detailed report when you get back," he says, grinning. I'm still trying to ignore how sickly thin he is. Every time I see him, I have to. It just depresses me.

"Will do. See ya Penn. I love you," I say almost in one word as my father is pushing me out of the door. Penn's green eyes rolling are the last thing I see of my brother as my father puts his arm around me in the hallway. We look like one big happy family to everyone that passes. Yet, we aren't. One major part of us is sitting in that room. No, that major part of us shouldn't be there, he should be coming with me to live our dream. Sometimes, I think everything tends to be bittersweet in my life.

I won't even get into the actions of my mother at the airport. Let's just say it had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. She treated me like a child, kissing and blubbering all over me. Gah. Gah. Gah.

I think I'm still red.

The flight attendant told us that the flight would be two hours long. Looking at my watch, which tells me it's a quarter to seven, I figure we'll be there in no time at all. I'm a little nervous too. This is my first plane ride. The area is full of people with newspapers and iPods, fully used to flying, I can tell. Meanwhile, even though I'm excited enough to burst, my hand is shaking.

After a shaky take off, we're in the sky, and I look out the window to see the ground getting smaller and smaller. Well, this is going to be an experience of a lifetime, I thought, biting my lip. Nervous habit, sorry. That's probably why my lips are always so chapped. And in the winter, it's worse. I look like my lips have been chewed apart.

Then I remember. Something that my best friend Rina told me to try. I dig around in my oversized purse and find the notebook I had bought with her the night before. It's bright green (Rina says it'll remind me to write in it) and I find myself running my hand over the smooth cover.

I always found the idea of a journal stupid. I always forgot to write in them when I was younger, and even then, there wasn't much to write about. I went to school. Came home. Did homework. Went to bed. That was pretty much it.

But, this, I definitely had something to write about. If I wrote about the experience, I would have it forever, and I would have bits that could possibly escape my mind later in life. Hell, maybe one day, I could show my kids. Anyway…

Back to the notebook. Slowly, I open the page and write the date in the corner. What to write? There is so much I could say at the moment, so much that is threatening to escape my memory right now.

Well, I'm on the plane to North Carolina. This seems pretty surreal. I mean…damn, am I going to wake up and see that this is all a dream and I'm just some stupid mark with an overly excited imagination. I pray that doesn't happen. I'm too damn excited.

I'm supposed to be meeting up with Beth. She always seemed super cool to me. I don't know, I say hell, if she can put up with the millions of fan-girl haters that flock to Jeff, I figure she has to be one tough woman. I don't think I could handle that. I'd be in jail for trying to kill some ten year old princess who thinks she's marrying my husband.

Matt also told me I'd have the chance to meet Shannon Moore and Shane Helms. I'm not too pleased about that. Well, I guess I am. I'm not too much of a fan of theirs. They're great wrestlers and all, but…I just don't know. I want to see how the Hardyz live though, so I suppose they're part of the Hardyz life.

Did I mention I hate planes? I can't wait to be on the ground and the hell away from the snoring old lady next to me…EW…she's drooling. Okay, gross. Well, until I get to the Hardyz house, later.

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