Izzy
202 Words
It is 4 weeks until my 18th birthday. I'm so excited, I will finally be an adult.
my parents decided that they want us to go on one last camping trip before I leave the nest as they call it..
after I finish packing everything for our family trip. I look at my reflection in the mirror and see that my curly blonde hair is a complete mess. I comb through it and throw it up into a high messy bun.
I rush downstairs to find my mom and dad sitting at the table.
Izzy, mom says. Are you ready to go we have a 4 hour trip ahead of us. "yes mom" I say as I kiss her cheek. even though I know I'm not ready for this trip. my gut is telling me that everything is about to change.. it's a change that I'm not quite sure I'm ready for.... ready or not here I come I think as I put my earbuds in and crank the music loud and lay my head on the window as the warm air blows through the car window.. the sun on my face feels so calming before I know it I'm fast asleep.
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