Chapter 1: A is for Adventure
Personally, I have never been able to describe the complexities of my life. When I was a little girl, maybe two or three years old, I moved from a town in New York to Chicago with my mother after the divorce with Gary, my father.
I rolled down the Beamer's passager window so I could lay my head no the leather plastic door and let the cool city breeze drift by my neck and lift my honeydew hair off my back.
"If you ever get lonely and want to come home remember that I can come and pick you up anytime you wish," Alina said with worry and depression in her old feeble voice.
I let out a low sigh
"Grandma I want to go live with Gary in New Hampshire." I sighed.
Alina took her eyes off the road and looked at me. Feeling her eyes on my back I picked my head up off the door. Right as I turned my head I saw we were drifting to the wrong side of the road and where on a direct collision coarse with a dark green eighteen wheeler truck.
"Grandma!" I screamed in fear as I stretched across the small silver car to yank the wheel to the right. There was a long honk as we missed the truck by only a few feet. My breathing grew heavy and my heart must of have been beating 300 beats per minute! Both began to slowly beat down to a regular pace as I let go of the steering wheel and I let my grandmothers old wrinkly hands take my place. I began to flex my creaking fingers and I looked over at my grandmother. She was starring out of the front window glaring and what looked like an effort to hold back tears.
I sighed, quiet enough that Alina wouldn't hear but loud enough for me to feel relieved.
"Are you alright grams?" I asked. I made sure to emphasize the word 'grams' hoping that her mind would focus on her despised nickname but there was no suck luck in the world today.
"Am I okay?" she began to sob hysterically. "I almost kill my grand daughter! I bet this is why she is leaving me! What would Mollie have said!" Her howl began to screech through the car and I turned my head out the window once more knowing that the more I tried to calm her down the more upset she would become.
The truth was that I wasn't leaving Alina because she was incompetent but because I wanted to see my dad. My dad ran away from my mother when I was really young so I only remembered enough of him to be able to recognize him as my father. Other than that I knew nothing of him. I am going to be a freshman in high-school soon and all my life I could never have him come in on career day, parent teacher conferences, or holiday parties in grammar school. That was always my mom job.
Alina's lamenting continued all the way to the airport. She was calm all the way t my plan, then a new round of weeping cam flooding out of her steal eyes as I loaded onto the plane. The last image of her in my mind for a long time would be of her taking her large, oval glasses off and dapping her eyes with a white lace hanker-chief I bought her for mother's day three years ago.
I wiggled my ears in a poor attempt to pop the pressure as the plane took off and began to level out at about 15,000 feet. Letting out a low sigh of failure I reached into my bag to grab my chipped blue Ipod Nano and my "All Quiet on the Western Front" book, part of my summer reading list. I was suppose to have a three page report and be ready to take a test the wednesday we are back in school. That is certain to be a drag! I hadn't even begun to read the book! I sighed and quietly began to read. Surprisingly enough the book wasn't that dreadful. Before I knew what was going on the seat belt light flashed and the flight attendants began to make sure everything was prepared for land.
"Could you please put away your book Miss and place your bag under you seat to prepare for landing?" the stewart chimed with a smile on her face. I nodded not saying much like I always did when I talked to strangers. I placed the book n the front part of my large, navy blue, shoulder bag and tightened my waste belt.
I despised landings. They always made me sick to my stomach. Having the acids and airs of your stomach locked in the hollow of your throat, giving you the feeling of a burp that may follow with an acid one. Or the feeling of light headed were your feel like your brain is about to be lifted right out of your skull. Both disgusting feelings. I did my best to bit focus on those sickening feelings. I leaned my head back against the royal blue scribbled seats and shut my eyes singing softly to myself with my ipod and to the young girl next to me.
"You wanna know more more more about me.
Gotta know reverse phsychology
I'm the reason why you can't get to sleep
I'm the girl you never get just quite what you see "
Before I knew it I felt a hard bump on my back an tail bone then the soft screeching of wheels on the pavement. Finally this god fore-saken plane ride had ended.
I turned quietly in my seat to unbuckle my waste belt when i had the strange feeling of a pair of eyes on me. Well enough I gazed up to see the young girl's big brown eyes gaping into my ocean blue ones.
"Lady you sing good." the girl mused.
I gave her a sweet smile and thanked her. She replied by unbuckling herself and holding her mother's hand with a soft giggle and sticking her pale, stubby, thumb in her mouth.
I chuckled under my breath on how adorable she was. A smile still stretched upon my face I reached under my seat to get my bag and get in line to walk off the plane
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