Carried Away.
Just Peachy.
I just lay staring at the ceiling. How are you supposed to feel when you find out everything in your life has been a lie? Well it’s not like this. I felt happy, or at least relieved. At least now I didn’t have to feel guilty about not liking my family. I looked around thinking I should really start packing if I was leaving next week, but I couldn’t bring myself to get up. I heard a light knock on my door.
“Kaylee, I brought you some boxes and a few new suitcases.” I rolled my eyes. Of course she would think I was upset and would try buying my forgiveness. I sighed, got off the floor, and opened the door. She looked scared, like I might start yelling at her. I took the boxes and put them by my bed. I looked back up at my “mom” and I instantly felt bad about being happy about this. She looked like someone who just watched their dog die.
“Want to help me pack? You know how horrible I am at that.” She laughed a little and began to pack my books into the first box. It was going to be a long night.
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I dressed slowly before we left to go to the airport. My room was now empty, and my boxes all shipped. I'd received a letter yesterday from my.....mother saying they were already starting to set up my room. I guess my brothers were helping. I had 4 of them, all older. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that, being an only child my whole life. Part of me was excited and part of me was screaming telling me to run. With my final bag in my hand, I looked back at my now bare room, and decided that this was definitely a good thing.
I sat on the plane, looking at the picture of the family. My family. I looked at my mom, she had long blonde wavy hair. Just like mine. Then I looked at my dad. He was an older guy, with brown hair which he was starting to lose. Then I looked at my oldest brother, Eric. My mother had written on the picture with an arrow and name by each person so I knew who was who. He had blonde hair and the startings of a beard. I looked at the brother next to him, Jordan. He looked just like him, minus the beard. Then the other 2, Marc and Jared. They both had reddish-brown hair and looked identical. If I didnt know better, I'd have thought Eric and Jordan were twins, and Jared and Marc twins.
"We should be landing in about 15 minutes. Let me be the first to welcome you to Canada." Wow. I really spent the whole 2 hour flight staring at a picture. I tucked it into my pocket, and closed my eyes. I wasnt ready for this. Maybe I shouldnt have been so stubborn and had someone come with me. Too late now, we'd landed, and the plane door was open.
"Crap." I swallowed, and followed everyone else off the plane. This was it. I remembered my mom saying that the family would meet me at baggage claim, so I headed that way, thinking the whole walk there, I should be walking the other way.
“Passport please,” the person asked. He was an older man, sitting behind what looked like bullet-proof glass. He looked bored out of his mind. I handed it to him, and looked around nervously. I know I was meeting them at baggage, but I still couldn’t help looking around for them. “Everything alright miss?” I looked up to see him handing me back my passport with a fresh new stamp in it.
“Yeah, everything is just peachy.” I replied as I picked up my carry-on and followed the signs to baggage. With every step my stomach dropped further down. When I finally made it to baggage, I felt like I was going to hurl. The only thing that kept me standing was the railing going down the stairs. It wasn’t hard to pick them out of the crowd. My parents were sitting down on the chairs looking happy but nervous too. I just stood there for a few minutes and stared at my family. The first thing I noticed about my brothers was that they were all extremely tall and I can’t lie, pretty good looking. Every girl that walked past had to side glance at them and smile. There was also someone else there I didn’t recognize. That must my sister-in-law. Mom had told me about her. Her names Tanya and the little boy in her lap must be my nephew. Parker, I think it was. Eric looked right at me, said something, and soon the whole family was looking at me. Well, there’s no running away now. I walked towards them, not quite sure what to expect.
“Kaylee, I brought you some boxes and a few new suitcases.” I rolled my eyes. Of course she would think I was upset and would try buying my forgiveness. I sighed, got off the floor, and opened the door. She looked scared, like I might start yelling at her. I took the boxes and put them by my bed. I looked back up at my “mom” and I instantly felt bad about being happy about this. She looked like someone who just watched their dog die.
“Want to help me pack? You know how horrible I am at that.” She laughed a little and began to pack my books into the first box. It was going to be a long night.
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I dressed slowly before we left to go to the airport. My room was now empty, and my boxes all shipped. I'd received a letter yesterday from my.....mother saying they were already starting to set up my room. I guess my brothers were helping. I had 4 of them, all older. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that, being an only child my whole life. Part of me was excited and part of me was screaming telling me to run. With my final bag in my hand, I looked back at my now bare room, and decided that this was definitely a good thing.
I sat on the plane, looking at the picture of the family. My family. I looked at my mom, she had long blonde wavy hair. Just like mine. Then I looked at my dad. He was an older guy, with brown hair which he was starting to lose. Then I looked at my oldest brother, Eric. My mother had written on the picture with an arrow and name by each person so I knew who was who. He had blonde hair and the startings of a beard. I looked at the brother next to him, Jordan. He looked just like him, minus the beard. Then the other 2, Marc and Jared. They both had reddish-brown hair and looked identical. If I didnt know better, I'd have thought Eric and Jordan were twins, and Jared and Marc twins.
"We should be landing in about 15 minutes. Let me be the first to welcome you to Canada." Wow. I really spent the whole 2 hour flight staring at a picture. I tucked it into my pocket, and closed my eyes. I wasnt ready for this. Maybe I shouldnt have been so stubborn and had someone come with me. Too late now, we'd landed, and the plane door was open.
"Crap." I swallowed, and followed everyone else off the plane. This was it. I remembered my mom saying that the family would meet me at baggage claim, so I headed that way, thinking the whole walk there, I should be walking the other way.
“Passport please,” the person asked. He was an older man, sitting behind what looked like bullet-proof glass. He looked bored out of his mind. I handed it to him, and looked around nervously. I know I was meeting them at baggage, but I still couldn’t help looking around for them. “Everything alright miss?” I looked up to see him handing me back my passport with a fresh new stamp in it.
“Yeah, everything is just peachy.” I replied as I picked up my carry-on and followed the signs to baggage. With every step my stomach dropped further down. When I finally made it to baggage, I felt like I was going to hurl. The only thing that kept me standing was the railing going down the stairs. It wasn’t hard to pick them out of the crowd. My parents were sitting down on the chairs looking happy but nervous too. I just stood there for a few minutes and stared at my family. The first thing I noticed about my brothers was that they were all extremely tall and I can’t lie, pretty good looking. Every girl that walked past had to side glance at them and smile. There was also someone else there I didn’t recognize. That must my sister-in-law. Mom had told me about her. Her names Tanya and the little boy in her lap must be my nephew. Parker, I think it was. Eric looked right at me, said something, and soon the whole family was looking at me. Well, there’s no running away now. I walked towards them, not quite sure what to expect.