Into The Night

One

Honestly, I did not choose to go to Canada, it wasn't really the first thing I want to do on my to-do list. Hell, it isn't even on my to-do list.

It all started with a simple mistake. . .

About two months ago, I snuck into the principal's office to clear off my record. Of course, the office had a CCTV camera, yet I don't mind as some of my mates from the league had taken care of it.

My league, as we call it, the Midnight League has members spread far and wide across the globe, that explains my expanded contacts from almost everywhere. We aren't interested in shutting down companies or being the ones to lead rallies and such, we're only interested on one thing: fun. And I do mean a lot of fun.

School ended for me about a month ago, I've been spending my time everywhere, actually, anywhere I can step foot into. I've been into loads of adventures and it had been amazing.

Back to my story, I had replaced and cleared out my "record" down to a few violations because if my mum finds out, she's going to have a heart attack. Of course, she already knew I'm a troublemaker, but not this extent. Unfortunately during the whole fiasco, I accidentally faxed my student record to the partner-school from Canada named Hansson Academy as I was checking where the hell some of my friends went, including one of my best mates, Niall.

Niall had been a foreign exchange student there since two years ago, the last year was his choice. I've no idea what's so lovely about another academy in Canada that makes him want to stay. They almost have the same things we do. . . except maybe if Niall found a girl so special, which I highly doubt, he would have told me by now.

I haven't had the time or the willingness to cancel the request form so after this year, –which is unfortunately my graduating year– I might agree to go there. I haven't seen Niall in years.

Honestly, I don't even know why they send students there when we're already graduating but nevertheless, it's a choice.

So here I am, logging into the league's website, trying to do a background check of whoever in the league is around the area.

I look into the screen of my laptop, looking at the dark background colour of our website and I see the sky blue map of Canada.

I forgot the place I'll be going although I remember it's a bit near Vancouver so I search around that place. Then I remembered, it is in Vancouver.

A few green lights blink around the area, most constantly between five to fifty kilometer radius from each other, and there are about a few dozens of them.

Apart from Niall, I don't remember the names. . . I huffed, isn't there someone who had lived in Canada? I'm not sure, all I can think of now is maple syrup and leaves. What do I remember about Canada?

It's pretty cold there, that's what I remember. And Ryan Reynolds, the actor who played Deadpool is a Canadian –and Deadpool is in fact, another Canadian. I try to remember a few more, although I think there is something about a moose? Or a beaver? I need a background check.

As I was searching the internet about all of these Canadian stereotypes, I've no idea if they're the truth or not, mum steps into my room while holding a piece of paper.

I kicked the floor for my seat to turn around and face her, "Am I in trouble?" I asked.

"You signed up for the foreign exchange program?" She asked. "Without telling me?"

My mouth fell agape. It is one of the few times I felt nervous about something and the reason is, it's because it's my mum. Of course I forgot to tell my mum! "I'm — sorry?"