I've been awake all night. 

I sigh and my body sort of starts to shake. It stops. I think it's because I'm cold. I'm to leave the airport at six a.m. I still very much don't want to go to Saint Edalyn's, but I don't have much say. Mom said I'd be staying there until I finish high school, so it'll be a few years. 

I glance at my alarm clock. Fourteen minutes until I have to get up. 

I rub my temples; my head hurts. I turn my body over so I'm laying on my stomach as I think about the things that are ahead of me. Even with my eyes closed, I think I feel someone watching me. 

I look up and around my bedroom, but there's no one. Nothing is moving; all of my dirty clothes and old books from years ago are still all over my floors. Nothing unchanging. I note the weird feeling, but I push the thought to the back of my mind. It'll be find, I think to myself. 

My lips are pursed as I glance at my alarm clock again. This time, I only have a minute left until I have to get up. My head throbs, and I close my eyes from the pain. It's a back and forth, pain, no pain, pain, no pain, and so on. Great. 

I get up slowly, so as to not fall over from the slight dizziness I now feel. I go and turn my bedroom lights on, and I look around my room again. 

My eyes land on my music folder; pages of cello and flute music almost seem to be flowing out of it. I make another mental note to clean it out once I get to England.