A month later I began packing my bags for Canada. Exams were over and our two weeks break was starting Monday and that was when my flight was scheduled for. At least that’s what Dylan told me because he was the one buying the ticket.
Monday came and in a bit of frenzy and nervousness, I logged my little yellow suitcase down the stairs as I called for Dylan. I realised I hadn’t seen him all morning and in my rush to not miss my flight that was scheduled for one, I hadn’t even noticed.
I logged my suitcase out the house, dumping it into Dylan’s trunk. He was going to drive me to the airport.
"I’m ready to leave,” I said as Dylan emerged from the house. It was barely eleven O’clock but better early to the airport than late.
“ Alright. Give me a minute to grab my stuff,” He said. I nodded
