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CHAPTER ONE
I walked off of the airplane, my luggage following close behind me. I looked back, and the polite flight attendant was waving to me, and said:
“Have a nice trip!” I simply smiled and thanked her, since I had no spare hands to wave back.
I clutched tightly to the handles, my palms sweaty. It felt like I was entering a whole new world. I was used to the bright city lights and the massive amounts of people crowding the sidewalks and all the high skyscrapers. Now, I was placed in Orlando, Florida.
My parents got sick of me and sent me here. We were constantly fighting, and they abused me. They would make me do everything around the house; clean the dishes, do the laundry, vacuum the entire house, get the mail, pay the bills with my own money, clean their bathroom and all the rooms throughout the home, and so many more. They treated me like a slave while they sat like couch potatoes watching TV all day or reading books.
I’m only 17, and as for a job, unoccupied. Plus single. I’ve never been in a relationship, but no boy has ever loved me anyways. I have long, brown, curly hair that falls down to my shoulders. I walked through the airport, wondering where to travel first, but most importantly, where to live. I stopped at a large window that showed a view of a beautiful beach. The water was motionless and was a deep-blue color, as it gently rolled up across the sand, and then retreating backwards. I cannot wait to get out there and begin my new life! I thought to myself, and I began to run closer and closer to the passageway to unlock my new world and start a brand new story. A new life without so much pain and misery; one without my parents.
I was practically up against the door, and as I reached for the handle, someone thrusted it open first. It door swung at hit my face, causing me to fall back and my luggage collapsed, too. My bag that had been resting on my shoulder was now lying on the ground, my belongings scattered across the floor.
“Oh my gosh! I’m really sorry… I didn’t know you were there! I wasn’t looking. I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” The mysterious person exclaimed, and I shook my head.
“No, no. It’s all right!” I said, and smiled as I looked up at this person. My eyes focused, and I realized it was a boy. An extremely cute boy, at that. His dark blue eyes sparkled down at me, and he had dark blonde hair. He wore some jeans, with a rip in the left knee, and a simple black T-shirt, with some silver Japanese symbols printed onto it. Luckily, I knew some Japanese, and it said “Osaka High School” on it, but he wasn’t Japanese. At least, it didn’t look like it. He looked perfectly American to me.
He held out his hand. “Here, I’ll help you out. It’s the least I can do for you, after that incident.”
I smiled even bigger. “Thanks.” I replied, and grasped tightly to his hand as he pulled me up. I dusted off my jeans and my yellow tank top with flowers on the front, and I began to pick up my suitcases and my bag. I picked up some lipstick, chap stick, make-up, a brush, my sleek black Samsung cell phone, and my iPod that I had just received from my best friend, Christie, who gave it to me as a Christmas present. She lived in Chicago, also, and we went to high school together. The boy kneeled down, and handed me two Granola bars and a cookie from the flight.
“Are these yours?” The boy asked, and chuckled.
My face turned red. “Y-yeah. Just in case I get hungry. I don’t really know where everything is, so I might not get too much food for a bit…” I replied, and put my bag back onto my shoulder, and I grabbed back onto the smooth handles of my suitcases.
“Okay. It was nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around, maybe I won’t.” I said, as I opened the door and sauntered outside into the fresh air. He is way out of my league… how could he possibly be interested in a girl like me? I said to myself, and I stopped and shouted “Taxi!”
Sure enough, a taxi was pulling up about two seconds later, and I opened up the yellow-painted trunk and placed my luggage and bag inside. After that, I slammed it shut, and swung open the door of the backseat.
I heard footsteps creeping closer, and before I could shut the door, the boy had returned.
“I didn’t get your name,” the boy said, gazing down at me. I quickly scooted over as he plopped onto the seat beside me. “My name’s Jake. And yours?”
TO BE CONTINUED =3
THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE POSTED JANUARY 28, 2008!
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