“Lux!” My mom calls out to me as the helicopter lands. Of course she and Dad are waiting for me. Why would they not be waiting for me?
I jump out of the chopper and Mom and Dad both run up to me and pull me into the tightest hug I’ve ever been forced to participate in.
“Okay, I can’t breathe,” I reply and pull away from them to help Calix, who’s still on crutches, out of the helicopter.
Holden is the only one here from Calix’s family. Which isn’t surprising, Calix’s parents were pretty mad about him volunteering in the first place. He runs to hug Calix, who quickly returns Holden’s hug.
“I really missed you Calix.”
“I missed you too.”
“Where are your parents?” I ask.
“Home. Waiting,” Holden replies.
“Ok, let’s go home Holden.”
“Remember Calix, school starts back up in about a week!” I call after him and Holden as they walk away, towards their home.
“Got it!” He shouts back.
And then now we repeat 12th grade. Which is good. Good. Peace and quiet for a while. And now I don’t know what I’m gonna do once I graduate.
But I do know one thing.
I’m not joining the military.