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I woke up from the deepest sleep I had gotten in 4 weeks. I never would of ever thought to be able to let myself relax and fall asleep for more than three hours, but with some kind of miracle I had. Though the weirdest thing about I never could of belived it to of happen when I was flying hours away from my home.
Just two hours ago I had boarded a plane with one duffle bag of things I had left to travel all the way to a town that had more trees than the people and every single one of their ancestors , to move in with my Gramma who'm I havent seen since I was 6 nearly 11 years ago. Everything truly seemed way to much for me these past weeks, at times I wanted to explode and just lay where I was forever. But I couldnt do that. Instead I had to leave my childhood home in New Hampshire, a bestfriend who stayed up all night with me the first night I was truly alone after the fire..
Tears prickled against my closed eyelids and I breathed in heavily struggling to contain the pain in the shape of tears to come out. I squeezed my eyelids until I saw the weird dots and colors barely listening to the Flight Captain telling us that we were landing shortly.
Instead the echo of his words voiced as the unkown future that awaited for me in a town where only one school held 500 kids.
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I slipped my feet back into my brown mockosins , ignoring the tears on the ends of my fitted dark jeans and grabbing my handbag.Anything to cover my flaws. I thought sadly. I followed the other passangers off the plane, the hitting sound of the rain pounding on the roof.
Titter -tatter. Titter -tatter.
THe air port was the smallest I ever been in and Its saying alot as i used to travel on vacations during the summer when I didnt have school. Not many people were there and I managed to grab my duffle in a matter of only a few minutes.
It had to be late. I thought as besides Jet lag, my body felt dead.
I caught a glance of myslef in the refelctive window. I barely reconized the way my frizzy black curls were twisted in a loose bun on the side of my head and the pale ness of my usually tanned skin.
Egh. Its distugusting.
Im distgusting.
