"A family vacation?" asks Megan. "For how long?"
"One month."
"A month?! What about school?!" she asks.
"What about my friends?!" you ask.
"I don't have enough pot for that!" Ellen complains.
"Oh hush. We already talked to the school and both of you have good enough grades to pass all your classes. You only have half a month left anyway, and Tina you already spend too much time with your friends. They'll be here when you get back." You groan loudly, but a rare glare from your mom shuts you and Megan up. Your mom's blue eyes are usually so warm and caring that when she glares, it feels terrifying. Even Ellen shuts up about needing to call her dealer.
"If you guys understand, go and pack. We leave in two hours."
Once you're packed and ready, Megan carries you on her shoulder out to the car. She's wearing a baggy sweats and a tank top cut short, revealing an impressive view of her abs. Aunt Brenda's SUV has enough room for everyone. Your aunt drives, mom is in passenger and you kids are in the back. You're too small for a seat, so Megan holds you against her warm stomach within her open palm. The adults keep trying to make conversation, but none of you are in the mood. You and Megan actually like going to school. After only half an hour of packing, you two spent the rest of time on the phone telling your friends about your absence. Ellen is down too, but that's because she's still sober. When you walked by her room she was packing a bag that had at least half a pound of weed in it, but you know that won't last longer than two weeks. None of you say anything for a long time, simply listening to the radio for an hour. But then your favorite song comes on.
You start singing along happily while jamming out. You get up and start dancing around along the surface of Megan's palm. But when a bump hits the car, you bounce off the surface of her palm. You fall towards the floor for less than a second before your sister grabs you out of the air. She opens her hand again and holds you near her stomach again. Her finger gently rubs your head, ruffling your hair. It's nice having a sister that cares about you so much. Another half hour goes by before you think of something.
"Come to think of it...where are we going?" you ask.
"Good question"
"What is, Megan?"
"Tina asked where we're going"
"Oh that's right! I haven't told you yet, have I? Well, we're on our way to...
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