“And?”
“Your father will tag along too in his own car.”
“When are we leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
“What? I won’t see my friends! I won’t see my girlfriend!”
“Perhaps fate will allow you and your friends to connect once more, after the disease is stopped.”
“How do you know it will stop?!”
“God has ways of making things work out eventually.”
“There is no God…”
“Patrick!” My step dad yelled, “Keep your own beliefs to yourself.”
“Go pack your things.”
“Why do we have to leave, mommy?” my sister asked.
“Because we’re going on a road trip, honey.”
“Yay! A road trip!”
I went upstairs and started packing my things. My mind was racing through different ideas of what to pack. I had packed every article of clothing I had, my laptop, my cellphone, tons of books, a blank journal, pens, and finally, a piece of paper that I just printed out as I was packing my clothes. My parents took care of the medicines, and food provisions.
After we finished securing our belongings on our truck, we all had to go to bed. I couldn’t sleep….