“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked as I piled clothes into my super-sized suitcase.
It was officially my last night in Utuado, the tiny mountain village in Puerto Rico where I had spent the summer. I was going back to Spring Mills.
“Of course,” Lilly answered as she scanned my 10th grade roster.
My mom snatched it from the mail before she hopped on the plane, and I was incredibly grateful that she did. Not that I didn’t already know which classes I’d be taking, but it was nice to see the schedule in its official form. I now knew which teachers I had, which electives I got, and how my day was laid out. It was the predictable, comfortable order of home.
“Wow, that’s a lot of classes,” Lilly muttered.
“It’s the normal course load. You get used to it.”
I tossed my bathing suites into my luggage, tucking them into the sides. I wouldn’t be breaking those out again for quite a while. There was something sad about packing up a swimsuit for the season, almost as if it signified the end of fun.
“So how are you parents dealing?” I asked.
“Eh, they’ve mellowed a bit. I know they want what’s best for me and to be honest I’ve been thinking about it ever since you and Vince got here…”
“Switching schools is a big deal.”
“I know.” She nodded. “I just see your dad and…I want more than this.”
She waved her hands around my bedroom. I guess it wasn’t really my bedroom anymore. If it ever really was. I glanced one more time at my solid rock twin mattress, the powder blue walls, the cement floor and the stained white shade. I was going to miss it. I was going to miss all of this.