Am I that Unlovable? by Summer Cheng

Chapter 8

  Luka's  POV:

   I felt relieved after I hung up the phone.

 At the same time, I sensed the entire thing was far from over.

  I   knew I sounded like a monster.

 Perhaps, in some ways, I was one.

  I grew tired of the nagging about my hours.

  It was not that big of a deal.  I reasoned within myself.

  " So, why then did I feel so bad about it?"

   Luka's  POV:

   I refrained from calling Chole.

  I knew she would not understand.

  I booked a flight to Brazil.

  It was about time I left the country.

  This way, I had plenty of time to think.

  I packed all the essentials I would need for the trip in my suitcase.

  It was a good thing, I kept spares at my second home.  

  

   Luka's  POV:

    I drove to the airport in silence.

  I arrived in plenty of time.

 I paid for my ticket.

 I made sure I put it where it was sure to avoid being misplaced.

 I  listened as the gate number was called, grabbed my suitcase, and boarded the plane.

  Luka's  POV:

 I was grateful I had packed light.

I brought along a smaller bag for the journey in case I found souvenirs.

I sat in seat number 34 A. It seemed there were no other passengers seated next to me.

Well, that was just fined. I preferred it that way.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the plane arrived hours later at the destination.

Perhaps, the fresh air and change of scenery would do me some good.

 I smiled as I disembarked the plane with my few pieces of luggage. 

   "Brazil, here I come!" I shouted.

   

   Find out more in Chapter 9

     bye, bye little owlets!

  -Summer out!