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Click. Clack. Click.

My suitcase made that noise as it ran across the gravel. The school was a few blocks away from my house, but I could see it now. I reviewed the exterior one last time. The red bricks, and the endless graffiti. I hated the very though of that place. All of the drama in my life was temporarily gone. But somewhere deep in my mind I knew I had to return to that horrible, horrible place.

Happy thoughts.

I settled down on a bench thst was near the school, but not facing it. I ran everything over everything going on in my mind. I was going to New York. I quietly day-dreamed about The big apple until a familiar noise snapped me out of it. A text message. I pulled out my phone and It flashed 'Text from Steve Campbell' I clicked on it. It read:

'Get ready to meet Logan. The Limo arrives in five minutes."

I read this over a few times until I realised what it meant. I'm meeting this 'Logan' in the limo. I knew a few things about Logan. He was a boy, for sure. Atleast I didn't know of many girls called Logan. But then again I was called Dylan. This was confusing!

And 'he' was in the vacation.

Just like me.

I grabbed all my bags and brushed my hair. I needed to look presentable. I applied a layer of lip gloss and a lick of mascara.

I had a sudden lust for music. My ipod was stuffed neatly in my bag. I pulled it out and put on my favourite song.

"Left a good job in the city
Working for the man every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleeping
Worrying 'bout the way things might have been

Big wheel, keep on turning
Proud Mary, keep on burning
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.."


"Dylan!"

I saw two figures running towards me.

One was my mother. She was an ex-model and looked it too. She had pale icy blue eyes and light brown hair. I've always envied her clear, tanned complexion . She was born in Hungary. The other was my sister. She looked exactly like me, but she was two years my junior, Her name was Marney.

"What are you doing here?!" I asked surprised.

"Coming to say goodbye" Marney said in her usual sugar-sweet voice. She had this way of rooting inside people.

For a moment, no one said anything. We were just waiting.

Then it arrived.

I thought I was dreaming.

A sleek, black stretch limousine turned the corner. Marney gasped and my mom smiled and squeezed my hand.

This was it.

A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I hugged my sister and - to my surprise - my mother.

"Bye" the word was barely audible.

I gave my luggage to the chaffeur who carried it into the back of the limo. I took a deep breath and walked into the limo. I took in my surroundings. A blue light lit the limo. There was some soda. And in the corner- there was who i'm guessing is Logan. He was tall, much taller than me and his eyes stuck out to me most. They were dark brown. Almost like a cow's eyes , they told me he came from a tough background- but I could also tell he was sweet behind all that.

I wiped my last tear on my arm and stuck out my hand.

"I'm Dylan Willows"












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