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It was about nine o'clock at night when I finished dinner. Aunt Eli and I were washing the dishes at the sink, discussing tomorrow.
"Do you have all your notebooks and binders together?" she asked sternly.
"Of course. I don't forget stuff like that." I responded boredly.
"How about your flashdrive?"
I stopped for a moment, a plate and towel in my hand.
"I'll be right back," I said, and hurried upstairs to my room to snatch my flashdrive.
I came back downstairs and shoved it into my new backpack.
"I knew you would forget something!" she laughed, finishing up the dishes.

Aunt Eli and I spent the rest of the night talking about what might happen in my new school. I couldn't believe I had actually moved up to her place from my home back in Virginia. I had spent so many years there and made such good friends at school. But it was time for a fresh start, a new place.
Aunt Eli wasn't really my aunt, but I called her that anyway. She was actually my cousin, first daughter of my dad's eldest sister. So she was pretty close to being some type of aunt.
"High school is such a scary place. But I have the happiest memories there." Aunt Eli said, laying the large book she was reading down on the coffee table.
I sat quietly on the sofa, listening to her tell about her years in high school. To her, it was like one big party. There were heart-breaks, of course, but they were all idiots she didn't really like anyway.
"You know, you look alot like Kelly. I was in my last year of high school when she became a freshmen. Her hair was darker than yours, though. But you both have emerald color eyes." she smiled.
Kelly was her sister, my cousin. Aunt Eli and Kelly didn't really keep in-touch anymore.
"But anyway, let's get you to bed, sweetie. I know you won't be able to sleep tonight, worrying about school." she sighed, patting my dark red head. She always said she was so amazed at how straight and long my hair was.
She walked me upstairs and into my room. I crawled under my warm, soft covers and she turned off my light, saying good-night.
She was right, though. I wouldn't really be able to sleep well with the butterflies twisting and fluttering in my stomach.