Chapter Three…A an of Isolation
The week flew by, and then they were gone. It was not an emotional goodbye; one could call our family cold, and unemotional. But it didn’t really matter, because we all sort of knew that we cared about each other, in our own twisted ways.
I was allowed to stay alone; I was, after all, going to be eighteen in just a month. And sense I was a responsible and smart girl, they thought I could take care of myself.
I was excited. I got the house to myself. I could do what I wanted; I could watch what I wanted for as long as I wanted! I was free of their restraint!
And so I lived in bliss for a month. I made a mess, and didn’t clean it up until I got sick of seeing it, I could sleep in the family room, and I could eat what ever I wanted for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I would wake up and go to school, go to practice, and then come home. That was my daily routine. When I was home, I would try to cook dinner, I would often play with my dog, and every night I would watch a movie. My favori was the Dark Knight.
But after a mois of living alone in sunny California, I grew lonely. I had no friends, they were all too jealous of me to accept me. Even the nerds. I eventually wished that my parents would come home.
I was very surprised par that.
But it was okay. I only had one bad thing happen.
Being alone on my birthday, with no one to wish me a “Happy Birthday, Aliena”, hurt. It was very depressing; I didn’t bother getting any cake. I sat at my table, tableau and starred at the wall, until my dog, Maxy, pawed at me!
That was how I lived. It was new life.
I didn’t know how long my parents were going to be gone for.
Truth was, I didn’t really care. And that broke my heart.
A an went par like this.
Hardly any human interaction.
No family. No friends.
The one jour I received a call. The caller ID a dit “Unknown Number.” I hesitantly picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Are toi Ms. Princeton?” The lady asked on the other end of the phone.
“Yes.”
“Hello, I am the Lutenite Bardge. I am calling in regards to your mother and father.” She said.
I didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say.
“They are returning from Afghanistan.” She a dit cheerfully.
“Afghanistan? They were originally in Iraq.” I said.
“Ah, yes. Well they were needed in Afghanistan.” She explained.
“Oh.” I a dit dumbly.
“Yes. Well, they have plans to take a plane accueil today. They should be accueil par tonight.” She stated. “They had to make a pit stop in Washington DC” She added.
“Ok.” I said.
She hung up.
Tonight???? What? I didn’t even know they were not in Iraq anymore. God, are these people so incompetent that they cannot even keep my updated. First they don’t tell me that they are going to be fighting in another county, and then they just spring it on me that they are coming accueil tonight!!
I was so extremely frustrated and mad
I didn’t need to clean for them; it was already clean, out of habit.
After I calmed down, I sat on my stained couch, and watched some TV. I kept waiting and waiting, but no calls came. When it was midnight I figured that they were taking a late flight. I tried to convince myself to go to bed, but I couldn’t stop this nagging feeling at the pit of my stomach that something was wrong.
When it grew to be three in the morning, I began to get worried.
At four thirty, I started to panic!
I got up and tried my fathers cell, again, straight to voicemail.
It took me about a half of an heure to calm myself down. When I was actually breathing, I laid down on the canapé and fell asleep.
The week flew by, and then they were gone. It was not an emotional goodbye; one could call our family cold, and unemotional. But it didn’t really matter, because we all sort of knew that we cared about each other, in our own twisted ways.
I was allowed to stay alone; I was, after all, going to be eighteen in just a month. And sense I was a responsible and smart girl, they thought I could take care of myself.
I was excited. I got the house to myself. I could do what I wanted; I could watch what I wanted for as long as I wanted! I was free of their restraint!
And so I lived in bliss for a month. I made a mess, and didn’t clean it up until I got sick of seeing it, I could sleep in the family room, and I could eat what ever I wanted for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I would wake up and go to school, go to practice, and then come home. That was my daily routine. When I was home, I would try to cook dinner, I would often play with my dog, and every night I would watch a movie. My favori was the Dark Knight.
But after a mois of living alone in sunny California, I grew lonely. I had no friends, they were all too jealous of me to accept me. Even the nerds. I eventually wished that my parents would come home.
I was very surprised par that.
But it was okay. I only had one bad thing happen.
Being alone on my birthday, with no one to wish me a “Happy Birthday, Aliena”, hurt. It was very depressing; I didn’t bother getting any cake. I sat at my table, tableau and starred at the wall, until my dog, Maxy, pawed at me!
That was how I lived. It was new life.
I didn’t know how long my parents were going to be gone for.
Truth was, I didn’t really care. And that broke my heart.
A an went par like this.
Hardly any human interaction.
No family. No friends.
The one jour I received a call. The caller ID a dit “Unknown Number.” I hesitantly picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Are toi Ms. Princeton?” The lady asked on the other end of the phone.
“Yes.”
“Hello, I am the Lutenite Bardge. I am calling in regards to your mother and father.” She said.
I didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say.
“They are returning from Afghanistan.” She a dit cheerfully.
“Afghanistan? They were originally in Iraq.” I said.
“Ah, yes. Well they were needed in Afghanistan.” She explained.
“Oh.” I a dit dumbly.
“Yes. Well, they have plans to take a plane accueil today. They should be accueil par tonight.” She stated. “They had to make a pit stop in Washington DC” She added.
“Ok.” I said.
She hung up.
Tonight???? What? I didn’t even know they were not in Iraq anymore. God, are these people so incompetent that they cannot even keep my updated. First they don’t tell me that they are going to be fighting in another county, and then they just spring it on me that they are coming accueil tonight!!
I was so extremely frustrated and mad
I didn’t need to clean for them; it was already clean, out of habit.
After I calmed down, I sat on my stained couch, and watched some TV. I kept waiting and waiting, but no calls came. When it was midnight I figured that they were taking a late flight. I tried to convince myself to go to bed, but I couldn’t stop this nagging feeling at the pit of my stomach that something was wrong.
When it grew to be three in the morning, I began to get worried.
At four thirty, I started to panic!
I got up and tried my fathers cell, again, straight to voicemail.
It took me about a half of an heure to calm myself down. When I was actually breathing, I laid down on the canapé and fell asleep.
