Chapter Three…A năm 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 yêu thích was the Dark Knight.
But after a tháng 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 bởi 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 bàn 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 năm went bởi like this.
Hardly any human interaction.
No family. No friends.
The one ngày I received a call. The caller ID đã đưa ý kiến “Unknown Number.” I hesitantly picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Are bạn Ms. Princeton?” The lady asked on the other end of the phone.
“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 đã đưa ý kiến cheerfully.
“Afghanistan? They were originally in Iraq.” I said.
“Ah, yes. Well they were needed in Afghanistan.” She explained.
“Oh.” I đã đưa ý kiến dumbly.
“Yes. Well, they have plans to take a plane trang chủ today. They should be trang chủ bởi 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 trang chủ 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 giờ to calm myself down. When I was actually breathing, I laid down on the đi văng and fell asleep.