"Your going, end of discussion," my ma swiftly swishes her hair around facing the kitchen and glides away. She was always so graceful. I quickly follow not letting this get out of my grasp. "Can some friends come?" I ask, crossing my fingers which ruffled the back of my gray sweat shirt. "Ahh well, ummm. . . how about one person, we are going to be there for a month so make sure its alright wih there parents. You better behave until we leave, or we will drop this conversation." I nod quickly. "Thankss!" I squeak. So this might not be bad at all.