My Father, Peter Gene Hernandez

Chapter 25 : Hawaii At Last

~Angelina's POV~

~2 weeks later~

"I'm going to HAWAII!!!!"

"Yes, You are." My dad said as we were walking toward our gate. 

"The Flight to Hawaii is now Boarding." My Heart started racing. My hands were shaking.

"I'm Going to Hawaii." I said with a shaky voice. 

"Ange, Are you okay?" 

I just nodded my head. "I have to calm down.... Breathe...." I whispered. I walked toward the Plane my dad placed his hand on my back, "It's okay... Just listen to your music."

We found our seats in first class I got the window seat. I was listening to my music As the plane took off. I was listening to Pandora and I had no clue what songs were going to play but when Ariana Grande came on I couldn't help but sing. I didn't think I was loud but when my dad tapped on my hand I could tell I was loud. I took Off my head phone and looked at my dad.

"What?"

"You're singing."

"Oh Sorry."

"No, It's good. Everyone loves it."

"Oh." I continued singing all the way to Hawaii. When we landed Everyone thanked me for the entertainment. 

We were finally in Hawaii. I'm so happy and excited to be here I can't wait.

"Dad Guess what?"

"What?" 

"We are in Hawaii." 

"Yea I know."

As we walked out of the plane and into the airport, The first person I was my Grandfather, Papa Mars.

"Dad?Did you know your dad was going to be here?"

"Yeah," we started walking toward him.

"Hey Pops," My dad walk up to Papa and gave him a hug.

"Hey Bruno," He looked at me and I just smiled.

Papa asked my dad," Who's this lovely lady?"

"This is my Beautiful daughter, Angelina Michelle."

"She's the kid that Jessica took with her to New York?"

"Yea I am, Nice to finally meet you." I said.

"Oooh come here," Papa said as he pulled me in for a hug.

"I can definitley tell you guys are related. You guys look like twins," Papa said.
 
I laughed," Well the car is waiting outside."

"Let's go." My dad said.
 
We walked out and Got in the car and we were driving. We past some places that my dad said he grew up in. We pulled into a Tattoo parlor.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"You'll see."
 We walked in and my Dad must've known the person. 

"Hey Bruno!!!"

"Sup"

"Who's the pretty lady standing next to you?"

"My Daughter, Angelina Michelle."

"WOW!!! How long have you been gone?"

"2 years"

"How old are you?" The guy asked me.

"14."

"Bruno. Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter?"