Drifting Back

Sam's POV

Spotting the cart from the back of the plane, I put my tray down. I stared out the window, and watched a cloud slowly change its shape.

"Alex, honey, what do you want to eat?" My mother asked.

"Mom, you and I both know very well that plane food isn't exactly the best... or the cleanest," I replied.
This wasn't my first time flying. Since my mom has a somewhat higher class job, we have to move every six months. Unfortunately, that means no deep friendships, no attachments, and no special memories. It's kind of what I've been living by ever since I was nine years old. I know... it sucks. But it's the only way my mother and I can live with our current lifestyle.

"And what would you like, Miss?" I heard a perky voice chirp. A flight attendant stood next to our aisle with a cart, her eyes bright. She must have been new.

"Just some water would be fine." I said. She got out a cup and gave me a bottle. She then leaned towards my mother.

"And you, Ma'am?" My mother quickly glanced towards me and gave me a small smile.

"You know what? I think I'll have some water too."
Since I'm was starting my first year of high school soon, my mother'd been trying to cheer me up. I guess she felt a bit guilty because I'd never really enjoyed transferring to other schools. I'd only needed to live with it.

"So... San Antonio, huh? What do you think it'll be like?" I heard my mother ask.

"Well, I bet it's going to be a bit difficult trying to communicate with the accents."

"You know, Sam, there's not only people Native to Texas living there. There are also people from all over the world. Most of them are from Mexico, since they border the state to the south."

"Great, that totally fixes that issue," I responded sarcastically.

We stayed in silence for the rest of the flight.