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Aira Sanders

''Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89 B to Rome.''
A voice announced on the microphone. I was looking around when my uncle's words registered in my mind. Did he said a private plane? Sure he was rich but not enough to own a private plane. Maybe he lent is from someone. Suddenly a buff looking guy came towards me. He was all muscles and wore a black suit and black sunglasses. I was intimidated but tried to cover it up by standing straight and looking him in the eye. He could match for the character of the Hulk.
''Ms. Sanders, I will accompany you to Denver as per Mr. James orders'', he said in a hoarse voice. I was reluctant to trust a stranger and asked if he had a proof or a ID. The man chuckled and took off his glasses.
''Just like your mother, always doubting'', he muttered. Did he know my mother? He showed me his ID which had the logo of my uncle's company and also text messages from uncle James. Without wasting much time I told him to lead the way. I was a bit confused but reaching Denver was my top priority. After performing the boarding formalities I finally passed the gates. This was my first time flying on a private plane but I was not at all excited because of the tense phone call I received just hours ago. I sat on my designated seat, opposite to Mr. Hulk. He again had his sunglasses on and it was hard to find out where he was looking. He tilted his head and I realized that I have been staring at him for a while.
God Aira! why are you so creepy .
I am not. I was just looking at him.
Its called staring creepily. And why were you just looking at him may I add. Jeez! Aira are you into older men?
Ewwwwww.. NO not at all. How could you think about me this way. You are my conscience you should know about me.
Ya whatever.

The flight from New Orleans to Denver was about 3 hours and I got plenty of time to think about the current situation and worry about it. The more I thought about it the more I felt like crying but I know not to lose hope in difficult times. My father always told me to handle difficult tasks with a calm and composed mind, it helps you relax and make the right decision. But how can I be calm when my family had met a car accident and God knows in what condition they were. They are my backbone, my strength. Maybe the accident was a minor one and Uncle James just panicked and called me there? Maybe when I reach there they would greet me with smiling faces and tell me they were fine?

Two hours has passed and my list of maybe's is getting longer. The flight attendant has come to me about four times asking if I wanted something but I refused. Again I felt someone standing next to me, I was about to look up and decline whatever it was this time but a heavy voice stopped me.
"Stressed spelled backwards is desserts, so when you are stressed eat a dessert", Mr. Hulk said offering me a bowl of ice cream.
Hahahaha so funny.... Sarcasm intended.
I took the ice cream and shifted a little in my seat. He came and sat directly in front of me making me raise a eyebrow questioningly.
"You remind me of the first time I met your mother, it was hell awkward", he said laughing a little.
Woah! That laugh was scary.
Are we supposed to laugh too.
Wait!! Did he say. "You knew my mother?", I asked suspiciously.
He sat up straight and began,'' Let me introduce myself properly. I am John Scale, a friend to your parents. We were together in high school and now I work for your Uncle James."
I knew my parents went to school together but had never met any of their friends neither do they talk about them.
"I am not surprised that your parents have not mentioned about me to you but it's for the best. And also your father is kind of jealous of me because I was your mother's first boyfriend."
I smiled a little,'' My parents have not told me about you but sounds like you were close to each other."
He took a along sigh,'' Yes we were,'' he paused and had a distant look in his eyes like he was remembering the memories and then continued," So, tell me about yourself Miss Sanders, I have only heard about you from your parents. And of course about your amazing food, maybe I'll get to taste it sometime."
He sure knew about me. Hearing him mention my parents bought me back to the reality of the current situation. Accident, car accident, my parents, Jasmine, Twain.
Taking a deep breath I started, ''Well, please call me Aira. And as you already know I love cooking and baking. I recently got my acceptance letter from the college I applied at and maybe I will start my semester next month hopefully if everything goes right."
Way to go Aira, so formal. Are we interviewing for a job?
Mr. Hulk stared at me for a few seconds as if asking me to continue.
"There's not much about me to tell.. you know", I said laughing awkwardly.
He gave me a comforting smile," Don't stress your parents will be fine."
"I hope so", I muttered under my breath giving him a sad smile.
He clapped his hands together," So, about your college, you're going to Saint Teresa. Seattle right?"
"You tend to know a lot about me", I said offering him a fake smile.
Very bad acting Aira.
So, what am I supposed to say that 'Mr. Hulk you are giving me stalker vibes now?'
"I know it's weird of know a lot about you but you will soon understand everything. You have a lot more importance than you think. Just rest for now." He said standing up and leaving.
IMPORTANT.... ME??