Airplane Food.

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by lizvoxo

by lizvoxo

I haven't been this discouraged since my parents were killed in an accident, I was now being forced to live in Washington D.C. with my Grandmother, Helen. Grandma Helen was the nicest person you could meet. She'd be the hug to your sad days or the Oberweis to your period. I needed to remain strong, let my guard remain steady. It's taking a lot of courage to get up, and leave this shitty city of Chicago. My parents- gone. My family- destroyed. I don't think people can understand the type of pain this causes. Then again, what pain do any ordinary people understand? People are so thick headed, it's almost impossible to ask for help. Oh, I'm Rose by the way. Rose Arwood. I was born on Febuary 5th, and I'm sixteen years old. I used to have a family that defined perfect, but that changed , and now I have to deal with airplane food that tastes like raisins with leaves.

I spaced out for a minute, and stopped writing in my journal.

"Excuse me, ma'm?" The flight attendant with a blue blazer asked.

"Yes?" I replied questionably.

"We just landed. You can take your stuff and exit the plane whenever you're ready." She said.

"Okay, thank you." I replied with a short smile.

She walked away, and I got up. I pulled out my luggage from the compartments above the seating areas. I pressed the buttons to bring the handles up to where I could reach, and I left for the stairs.

'Welcome home to Washington D.C. ' a sign read.

No, this isn't my home, and it never will be.

I made it just in time to have dinner at Grandma Helen's house. She was so excited to see me, and I loved seeing her smile.

"You've gotten so big, my dear." She said, kissing both my cheeks.

"I missed you so much, Grandma." I said while my voice was shaky.

"Oh darling, it'll be alright." She said, bringing me in for a short hug.

I went upstairs after I ate dinner, and sat on the cushioned area by the slightly fogged window. I placed my hand on the glass and rubbed a little fog off to see through. There wasn't just a tree in the distance, there was hope and happiness.

My life is a scrabble board. Now, all I have to do is find the missing pieces to complete my word.