I can’t even remember how I said goodbye to my mother, on how she clings to me like she will never see me again. Well, my mother’s like that, overly emotional and exaggerated of just about EVERYTHING. Well, all mothers are. Even if I won’t say it, I’m going to miss her. And dad too. And my room. And my bed. And.. the list goes on.
Though I certainly be longing for what I’m leaving behind, I’m more thrilled on what lies ahead. I don’t even recall the part that I was transported from a cab, to a train, to a plane, and to so many vehicles I’ve lost count. Well, maybe it was because I was sleeping the whole ride, compensating on the lack of sleep last night since I was so excited for this moment. Ahh, no. Me being excited will be an understatement.
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Mom is being annoying, constantly checking my trunk if I had put everything I needed. Well, I do. There are my clothes, my laptop, my iPod, my iPad, the Hunger Games trilogy, cat food for Twinkle and my wand, 12.5 inches, Yew, Dragon Heartstring, ideal for jinxes and hexes, kkk. Well, my books, quills, parchments and other stuff are still scattered on the floor, with Twinkle, my little kitten, trying to get in one of the cauldrons. Mom bought too much cauldron, aish. I guess I shall arrange them later, or tomorrow morning, just before I leave.
Tomorrow. Things will pretty much change I guess. Tomorrow, I won’t hear my mom’s lecture of the list of things I should and shouldn’t bring, of deeds I should and shouldn’t do. Tomorrow, I may not even have the luxury to complain about anything as I will be so busy gawking and gaping on just about everything. Tomorrow will be different, absolutely a lot more enchanting than everything I have come across with. Twinkle purred as she was now struggling to get out of the cauldron, my mom finally stopped nagging. Tomorrow. Everything won’t be the same. |