Finding You

Chapter ~~6

            “We hung out yesterday” I said unsure if I should be telling them this.

            Tiffany’s eyes somehow got even bigger. “What?” For a moment she just looked at me. “You’re so lucky. I would give anything to hang out with him.” From the corner of my eye I could see Zoey watching me.

            “Why don’t you just go ask him?” It seemed like the simplest answer to me.

            “What no way. There’s no way I could just walk up to him and ask him to hang out.” I just looked at her. “Where you two alone?”

            “We went into town so no, not really.”

            “Do you like him?”

            “No I just met him.” I hate that question. It’s such a small question, but it tells so much about you.

            I finished my breakfast and said goodbye to the three of them. I went back to mine and Sara’s room. Sara was walking around in a circle reading a book, and brushing her hair. Her hair was long and went to the middle of her back.

            “Hey” I said.

            She turned around, and stopped walking. “Oh hey Navia. How are you?” she sounded tired.

            “Good. Are you okay? You sound tired.” She smiled.

            “I guess I am a little tired.”

            There was a knock at the door. I answered the door to find Brandon. I smiled at him, but he didn’t return it. That made me very anxious.

            “Navia, Dean Ellington needs to see you.” He looked sad ad fear rose in me. Did I get in trouble already? I nodded my head and followed Brandon to the dean’s office. I walked inside.

            The walls were a dark green. The atmosphere in here was very tense and uncomfortable. There was a desk, two filling cabinets, two grey chairs and a brown chair behind the desk. Dean Ellington was sitting in his chair, looking at me.

            “Please sit Navia.” He looked uncomfortable. Have I done something wrong? “I wish I had called you here for a happier reason, but” he didn’t finish his sentence. “Navia, just a few moments ago I received a phone call from the Pennsylvania Mortuary. The issue of your parent’s property has been settled and their funeral has been planned. They called and informed me, so that I was to pass it on to you.”

            My heart sank. I don’t want to talk about this, especially not with him. I stared at him. “They want you to come and pick up what they salvaged from the fire and to sign some papers.” What do I do? “I know this is a lot but tomorrow a driver will drive you to the airport, and a flight will take you back to Pennsylvania. I have arranged for someone there to pick you up and take you wherever you need.” He was silent. My eyes stung and my throat felt like it was closing up.

            I rose from my chair and ran out of the room. My chest felt like it I was being crushed. I ran out of the building. I have to find somewhere quiet. Behind the fourth building there were some woods. It was like a miniature forest. I ran into the forest, and found a shady place under a tree. The forest was quiet, and only the sounds of nature could be heard. My tears broke free and poured down my face.

            I closed my eyes and just let go. I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to go back to that place and I don’t want to go to their funeral. I don’t want any of this. I thought I fell asleep because suddenly I wasn’t in the forest anymore. I was in an airplane. All the seats were empty, except for one. There was someone sitting in the very first seat.