After school on Thursday, I waited around a couple of minutes for Chris to show up, but he never came out of school. I figured that he probably got held behind by one of his teachers, so I took off running for my grandparents instead.
When I got there, of course, Mom and John were not home yet, but I hadn’t expected them to be. I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to run in the house as I ran up the stairs and into my room. I think I did all of my weekend homework in less than an hour. I probably did a lot of it wrong, but at least it was done, so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it over the weekend.
Now, I hadn’t noticed when I came in, that there was a suitcase lying on my bed. Except when I had to sleep, I usually didn’t bother with my bed, because it just wasn’t very comfortable to me. I spend most of my time sitting on the floor, to do my schoolwork or if it is cold, I’ll pull the comforter off the bed and spread it out on the floor. I’m sure, if my grandparents knew I did that, they would have a fit.
I really started getting excited, when it was getting close to the time my parents usually came home, but they surprised me by getting home about half an hour earlier than normal.
Mom came into the room, looking tired, but happy to be getting away for a few of days.
“Are you ready to go?” she asked and I sprang to my feet.
“Don’t we need to pack?” I asked.
“I already packed all your things this morning.” She said, pointing to the black suitcase lying on my bed.
“Oh!” I said, scratching my head and wondering, how I missed that big thing.