The Hunt For Freedom

oud that I kept a straight face as Mom made Dad think a “girls” trip was all his idea. All that time working on controlling my reactions paid off as I calmly watched him su

f homeschooling if you don’t go to th

nder how many times she had used it on my brothers and I, to eat our dinner, clean

l year, can we go there?’ I s

probably past the budget he was thinking of. Most likely we was thinki

ramids and ruins this year,

it’s a good idea that we got you kids p

words. I don’t know who was more surprised, all of us

om jumped up. She wasted no time in getting ou

nd instead went to a gated area for private planes. It was cold out and I could see my breath as I stepped out of the car. He dre

family was pretty conservative and my collection of jeans and tank tops wouldn’t suffice. “How was I going to survive in

uttons to push and gadgets to try that I am sure I missed a few. When I got bored with the technology in the back I went forward to meet the pilot and hand out

rapped. I went back to the bedroom area and fell fast asleep under

tead just enjoyed her arm draped over me keeping me close. We had raced all over town preparing for this journey. Mom had been super quiet a

s up? What would we eat? Where would we stay? What would I learn? Why wouldn

o confident that I tried to be brave. All I really wanted was to go home. Suddenly I mi

He had a sign that read “Kundam.” I was walking past him w

ight of Mom’s suitcase. Sadly, he herded us into the waiting car. After being cooped up for so long I was hoping to run and jump, just let out some of this pent up energy. I

ust say family island? That didn’t compute. What is a family island?” Thoughts began to w

ld dock. Seeing as we were the only people on the ferry I was guessing they were all

As I stepped around her skirts to get a closer look, the people all stared back at me with wide eyed