Eden Hall's Girls- A D3 Fanfic

No,It's All Right...He Seemed Off Today

Brittney's POV

I rolled over in my bed when I heard my dad yell for me to get out of bed. Being Friday, it seemed too early to get out bed, since my clock didn't go off to alarm me. So, I rolled over, hiding under the covers because it was warmer. I threw the pillow on the floor, because if I don't get up, he'll grab the pillow and playfully hit me, and then open the curtains.

I didn't mind waking up early, but not in this kinda way. I hated when people woke me up early. I was fine waking up on my own just fine, but today, apparently not. "Brittney, let's go, pack your bags,"

I tuned him out once I heard him say let's go, and groaned as I buried myself deeper under the covers. "Five more minutes," I told him.

"Come on, we gotta go,"

"To school this early," I inquired as I sat up yawning and rubbing my eyes, and then stretching as I sat on the edge of my bed.

He had left and came back with a small duffle bag, two to be exact. "Pack your things. We're catching the next flight to Minneapolis," He said, handing me one of the duffle bags. He walked away, but stopped at the door, setting a hand on the door frame and then his head too. I heard him sniffle, almost sounded like he was crying.

"What happened?" I asked, quickly getting out of my bed.

He turns quietly. "Hans passed away,"

And with that, he had left my room without another word. Too sad to talk. I felt stupid for even questioning him about where we were going. And with that, I quickly packed what I'd need and what could fit in this bag. I'm sure we're not going for very long, hence the reason he gave me this small bag.

I shoved everything in the duffle bag. It had enough room to fit two pairs pants, two pairs of shorts, four shirts, two hoodies, a jacket, a black dress, and undergarments. I had thrown in my tooth brush and crap. I also threw in a nice pair or shoes so I wasn't wearing my converse. I knew we'd be on the plane for a good two hours or so, I grabbed a different bag in which I had thrown my small purse in and then grabbed my Walkman, headphones, and little knick knacks to shove in there, too.

After that, I got dressed in high waisted jean shorts with a tee-shirt and then grabbed my hockey jacket. It was purple with black sleeves, and my name sat on the left side, along with my number and the backside said my last name. "Dad, I'm ready," I told him.

I walked around the house for him, and found him outside by his red sports car throwing his bags into the trunk. I joined him and threw them in the back. "I'm sorry, Dad," I said, and he pulled me into a tight hug. He didn't loose it, he was just really upset. It was just starting to kick in too that he was gone. Hans was there ever since I could remember, he helped me with hockey, he and Jan watched over Matt and I when our parents went out or they were both busy doing their own things. Hans taught us most of what we know and Jan perfected it.

I don't know what I'd do now. I haven't seen him, and I haven't said goodbye. I didn't get the chance too. I feel bad, but there is nothing I can do to say goodbye. I can only wish the others well, and be there at the funeral, which is held in Minneapolis. Guess I'm returning earlier than planned.

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We arrived about twenty minutes, but just got off the plane. The funeral was starting in an hour, so we needed to hurry. We had both split up because we couldn't show up to Hans's funeral looking like we are, so I changed into my plain black dress. It was a form fitting dress and stopped at my knees. I pulled on black flats and did my hair a little better. I fluffed it up so it didn't look like I was sitting on a plane for over two hours and that I hadn't really did my hair this morning because we were in a hurry.