Fanon:Can't Let You Get Him: Chapter 1-The Move

I wake up on a plane.

"Why am I on a-" I start, but then I remember.

I remember what happened yesterday. I remember how everyone said "Goodbye" to me at school, even though I had no idea why. I remember flopping onto my bed after that confusing and exhausting day, wishing I had no homework, only for my dad to rush in and say "Delia, I have some drastic news."

I sighed and looked up at him. "What is it, dad?"

"Well," he began. "It's about my job. There was a huge riot and many people invaded our offices."

"That sounds horrible!" I exclaimed! "What now?"

"Thankfully, no one was hurt, but we are relocating," my dad answered.

"Temporarily, right?" I hoped.

"No," my dad replied. "We are permanantley moving to Rackleff, Maine."

That nearly made my heart stop. "WE'RE MOVING?!??!" I cried.

"Unfortunately, yes," he told me. "We leave tommorow morning. Please start packing."

I could only sit there in shock as he left the room. After sitting there for about 10 minutes, I packed things, went downstairs for dinner, said goodbye to my friends and made sure I had their phone numbers (escpecially with my best friend Beth), and got ready for bed. I ended up staying until about 3:00 AM, just thinking.

Why do I have to move?

Isn't Maine's timezone 5 hours ahead of back here in Hawaii?

What if no one likes me?

What school would I go to?

I fell asleep as those questions swarmed around my brain.

So I'm guessing my dad put me on the plane while I was still sleeping, and it seems like the plane is just taking off. I guess I have to spend about 10 hours on the plane. I looked around and saw what this plane had to offer.

It was 6 PM when we landed. Well, more like 9 PM now. I guess I might as well get used to the new timezone.

"You have school tomorrow," my dad told me when we got home. "Go to bed now, and you can unpack this weekend."

"That makes sense..." I say. "Good night!"