Terminal 11

Chapter 2

I darted outside and started my car, which I had bought about 5 years ago. There were a few scratches, but it was good enough. I hopped into the soda stained seats, and smashed on the squeaky gas pedal. I had planned on getting it fixed yesterday, but I may have procrastinated.. maybe next month. As I pulled into the airport driveway, I saw my mother outside right away. She had a look of distress on her face, although she was dressed like she was ready to go to the Oscars. She had a black strapless dress, with a slit that revealed her tan leg. Next to her was my father, who was dressed in a red polo t-shirt with tan shorts. The usual. Both had brown hair and green eyes, which I carried over. I hopped out of the car and ran over to my mother. "My goodness! Oh, I thought I'd never see you here! You had me and your father worried to death." I rolled my eyes, moms always a worrywart. "Mom, I'm fine geez, I was only a few minutes late."
"You're here at 10:30."
"Yeah, so-"
"The flight was at 10:00."
"Wait, I MISSED MY FLIGHT?"
"NO YOU DIDN'T!" Dad jumped at the sudden rise in volume, mom never yells. "You're lucky the cabin crew was ill! They had to get a new one, and it took the time you needed to get here! Not to mention you're still in your pajamas."
I looked down at my blue and white striped pajamas, then at my slippers. I had to try my hardest not to look at my mothers disapproving face, her eyebrows furrowed and her green eyes fixated on my fist. It was only then I realized my car handle was stuck to my shirt sleeve.
"I'd say you're never going to fix that car, and goodluck selling it. Come on Parker." Mom started walking inside the airport, dragging my dad behind her. I tossed the car handle to the side, looked at my truck for the last time, and followed along.
The airport was busy with travellers, as usual. I'd never really stopped and looked at everyone around me, but since I had lots of time, I finally noticed how many different cultures and styles that I hadn't noticed before. Headdresses, hijabs, robes, I even saw a girl who was doing a photoshoot by the windows, planes behind them. I felt safe in the airport, like all my fears had washed away.
"Oh, finally. I need a rest."
My thoughts were interrupted by my dad, who had already fallen asleep by the time I looked at him. I sat down by him, trying my best not to disturb him.

About an hour went by before we finally heard some news from the airport speakers, I just wish I had booked a later flight, I'm so tired.
"Attention, all passengers at terminal 11-79 may now board plane number 606."
"That's my flight. I'll see you later mom." At least that is what I tried to say, before I got suffocated by a bear hug via my Dad. "Oh, I'll miss you kiddo!" Dad was always affectionate, but really? I pulled away from his iron grip, said goodbye to my mom, and walked into the terminal gate.