In the Air.

                                           Prologue.

I sat looking out the plane window, trying to savor the big city lights in the distance.

I would never see them again, or so it feels.

"Augustine, dear, can you please cheer up. It's not the end of the world," My mother rolls her eyes.

I just sit back in my seat, and close my eyes.

"Yeah, Augustine. Quit being a drama queen," My younger brother, Charlie snickers from his seat behind me.

I flip him the bird, lifting it high and proud in the air. My mother gasps and grabs my wrist quickly.

"Gus, we're in public. Cut the attitude," My dad says, sticking his head between my mother and my seat.

I groan and sink lower in my seat, pulling the hood of my sweatshirt over my face.

What is it about families, that can make them nearly drive you to the edge? Is it the thought that you're stuck with them, for forever, no matter what? Or, is it the fact that you have to stick together, even if it means moving across the country, in the middle of senior year?

Probably all the above.