tell the world i'm coming home

"Bye mom! Bye dad!" Robert yelled after saying goodbye to his parents a dozen times and took off running into the ship, his trunk slowing him down a little. Paloma looked to follow him but was pulled back by her wrist and turned, finding her mother looking strictly down at her. The older woman didn't even need to say anything - one look and the girl knew exactly what she wanted. They had talked about it - well, they had talked and she had listened. One glance at her father confirmed it all.

Her mother opened her mouth to give her a warning - or a lecture, she didn't know -, but Paloma pushd her away and freed herself from her grip. "I have to goor I'll miss the ship," she muttered before she could lose the courage and grabbed her trunk, not turning back once as she made her way to the ship and into a random compartment, plopping down on a seat and not even checking to see if another person was there. They probably were, she was late.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and gave a small smile. She was going home.