I Fell In Love with a Minority!

The Plains

Against my wishes, I wake up hours later, just in time for the sunrise— it's like my body is scheduled for when the sun rises! I look around, not too confused of my surroundings. Pac is still driving, but this time, he's rapping to some Soundcloud beat playing in the speaker. We seem pretty alone on this road, but its beauty is one that I know all too well. The Great Plains!

"My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me

Pay off the block, evade the cops 'cause I know they comin' for me" he mumbles. 

Hmm, I'll give it a 6/10.

He doesn't know I'm up, but I stay quiet to see if I can hear anything. He continues for a few more lines before he gets a phone call. I perk up a little to hear it (and to see the sunrise a bit better).

"Yea, we still have a ways to go... No, no she's still asleep...Okay, right, see you later." He hangs up.

I slowly lean back down and open Maps on my phone and zoom out a little. I let out an angry sigh. NEBRASKA? I-I- I HATE Nebraska. It's all just plains.

"It'll all make sense soon." Pac looks at me through the rear view mirror. How did he know I was up?

"You rap?" This is first thing I've said to him in a while. He breaks out into a proud grin.

"Yea! Me and my friends Calvin, Sugar, and Andre have a record label. It's 'Birth Row Records'!" He smiles even harder and turns up the (what I thought was a Soundcloud) beat, "This is my song 'Ambitions as a Driver', an ode to my day job!" He trails talking about his upcoming gigs and how he's going to be a star someday. I tune him out with my thoughts. This whole thing just gets weirder by the minute. This dude loves to hear himself talk.

Again his phone rings and this time I can hear a bit more on the other side, "Change of plans..." the voice trails off.

"Oh okay. It's one about 15, 20 minutes away. We can go there."

About 15 minutes later, we pull up to a private airport. I quickly perk up, maybe this is when it makes sense and I can go home! The limo slows and we finally stop in front of a jet and another limo. Could it be...?

"Wait here," Pac steps out the limo and walks inside the jet. 

Everything seems so secretive, and I hope they realize that I would cooperate more if they just told me more. I can't believe that literally 24 hours ago, I was getting Dunkin' with my buds. Now, I'm in the middle of Nebraska. My anxiety sets in, and I'm really starting to get worried. However, I'm oddly calm. Minutes later, Pac walks back down and opens the door for me.

"You can go ahead inside. I'll get your stuff and bring it to you," he says, sternly but with a soft smile. His mood has definitely changed, and again, I wish I knew why.

"Are you flying me back home?" I ask hopefully.

"No, somewhere else." Pac gives a sad smile.

"Why not? Why can't I go home? Why won't y'all tell me anything?" I starting to get fed up and I raise my voice a little at him. 

"It's not up to me, but if it were, you'd know." 

"I hate this. All of it." I mumble.

Defeated, I slowly walk toward the jet. As I'm walking, I try to adjust myself. I haven't been able to freshen up since yesterday! I'm so nervous. My first impression with Michael shouldn't be like this. Apprehensive, I slowly walk into the jet. I look to my right, and I look to my left. No sign of him. I'm not sure if I should be relieved or upset.

"Hey, Yericela!" A cheery, feminine voice, greets me from behind.

I quickly turn around and my eyes slightly widen in confusion. Why is Lori Harvey here?