You agree to go with your father’s plan of joining the IRA to fight. Your dad connects you with some people he knows in the IRA to take you to those in charge. As you collect your things from your room, throwing them in your bag, you see your dad standing in the door frame. “I’m proud of you Jon, I really think you’re making the right choice.” he said with pride in his voice. “I think so too.” you say, hoping to make him proud though you still feel slightly guilty for leaving Amelia and everything behind.
You are guided out the door by a tall man who says he’s here to bring you to one of the places where volunteers meet. As you walk out the door, making sure to stay close to the man as to not get lost, you see Amelia. You had told her a couple of days ago that you would be leaving which resulted in a reaction that you were definitely not expecting.
After you told her, she let out a long sigh and looked around the park that you two always met at as kids. “This isn’t you, you would never leave me, your family, your friends.” she said sternly. “I’m just disappointed is all, I simply can’t believe that you would go and join them! You’re not a fighter, Jon. This isn’t you.” after that she stormed out, growing angrier by the minute. After Amelia’s outburst you sat there a little shocked, you had hoped she would support you, tell you to come back soon. “Wait, Amelia! I’m sorry, please come back.” you yelled, finally getting up and shoving past the door. She had heard what you said but was far from turning back around.
As you remembered this you looked at Amelia, hoping to talk to her one last time when you felt someone tug at your arm. “We have to go, there’s no time.” the tall man said, leading you away once again. As Amelia saw this she stood up and said, “Goodbye, Jon.” then regrettably retreated into her house. You nodded your head, agreeing to follow him once again, and left your home behind.