Beginning the Journey
I looked at the alarm clock in my room, as it read 7:55 A.M. "35 minutes till they arrive." I thought. I hurriedly began packing up all the things I'd need: my clothes, my CD's, my shoes, and most importantly, my guitar. I then looked around my room as I finished packing to make sure I didn't forget anything. Thinking that everything was in order, I smiled, and nodded my head with satisfaction. Looking at the clock, it now read 8:00 A.M. I was gonna miss this room. Walking out of it, and closing the door, I waved to it nine times, exactly, and mentally said goodbye.
I lugged my stuff to the living room and turned on the T.V., waiting until 8:30 until my friends arrived. I sighed as I flipped through the channels, not finding anything worth watching. "Daytime television is so boring." I thought. Turning off the T.V., I sighed, impatiently. I needed something to keep me preoccupied, until they got here. I then remembered something. Taking off the bookbag I always carried with me wherever I go, I pulled out my musical notebook, which is what I used to write all the songs, my friends and I had worked on, or are working on. I told the page that had a crease in it. It was the song that I had been working on for the past five years. It was intended to be a love song that I wanted to sing and dedicate to my one true girl, that is, if I ever found her.
The problem with it is that I could put the words on paper. But whenever I tried to sing them in the song, it just didn't feel right. My friends told me to give up on it, and I tried to. But something inside of me, kept telling me not to. It told me, I had to work on it, and I couldn't quit. It was like, one of those things, where you can't just give it up; no matter how much you really wanted to. I looked at what I had so far. It wasn't much, considering, I had erased almost half of my work. I continued working on it, singing the words in my head, but still it didn't sound good. I sighed to myself. "I wonder if Jimi Hendrix had this problem…" I thought.
Soon, I heard the front door open, and I automatically knew who it was. Suddenly, I felt two arms hug me from behind. I smiled. "Hi, mom." I said. My mother smiled, as I got up from my seat. She looked at me, as I was packed. "So, you're all ready?" she asked. "Yep." I answered. "Did you remember to pack ALL your clothes?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes, mom." "Did you remember to charge your cell phone?" "Yes, mom." "Did you remember your band equipment?" 'Yes, mom!" I said, showing the irritation in my voice. "Did you remember to pack an extra pair of underwear?" That was the final straw for me.
"MOM!" I shouted, embarrassed. She jumped back, surprised. I stood there, my cheeks red. She then lowered her head and I mentally slapped myself. My mom, is a very emotional person, so whenever she gets in trouble, she starts to cry. I sighed as I walked over and hugged her. "I know you're just being my mom, mom." I said. "But I'm not a little kid anymore. You don't have to remind me about every little thing, okay?" My mom nodded, her head still down. "I know, son. I just can't believe my boy is out going into the unknown world, alone." "Mom, I'm not going to be alone. My friends are going with me." I said. "We'll be back within six months, so don't worry." My mom then lifted her head, revealing a bright, sunny smile. "Your just like you're father." She said. "Trying to act big and grown, but really you need your mother's love to guide you." I frowned at this. My mom was a very weird person.
I then heard a car horn from outside. I looked at the clock as it was around 8:30. I smiled to mom. "Well, you'd better get going." She said. I nodded, with a smile. I grabbed my bags and headed outside. I looked at the large van; we would all be riding in, and gasped. I shook my head, not believing it. The driver looked at me and smiled. "You gonna stand there gawking all day, Trent?" I snapped out of my daze and looked at the driver. "Duncan, where did you get this thing?" The van was olive red and was large enough to house up to at least eight people. Duncan smirked at me. "Let's just say, I know a guy. Now, put your stuff in the back. We gotta go."
I nodded and threw all my bags in the truck. My guitar was coming with me in the car, because I did not want to risk breaking it. I got in the front seat with Duncan and looked in the back at my friends. Geoff was sitting behind Duncan, listening to music on his MP3; Noah was behind me, reading some book, he had probably read over and over. Behind them was Harold, who was playing some game on GBA, and DJ, who was petting his pet Bunny. In the far back, Owen was eating a burger, his mom probably made for him. Duncan looked at him in his rear view mirror, with a scowl. "You get anything on this car, and you're paying for it." Duncan warned. Owen nodded smiling, as his mouth was still full of burger.
"Hey dude, your mom's waving to you." DJ said. I looked and saw my mom out waving to me as Duncan started the car. "Hold on a minute, dude." I said as got out the car. I rushed up to my mom and gave her a big and a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you in six months." I said. My mom smiled and kissed me back. She smiled at me and I walked back to the car. Duncan drove out of our driveway, with my mom still waving at me. Duncan then drove off, as we headed off to places unknown.