Airport Boy ✈︎

Chapter 1

While I was waiting in line for my coffee, my phone kept ringing like crazy.

It felt like an Amber Alert was happening right on my phone, or even a new headline about Kim and Kanye had been sent to me a million times in my groupchat.

"Janice, can you go and get my bag for me? I'll wait for your coffee in exchange?" My mom said with in a pleading tone. I knew what I had to do, so I just rolled my eyes and walked off.

I kept my airpods in. I didn't like speaking to people, or coming encounter with different individuals, especially in a airport.

The airport in New York was crowded. So many people, with different faces, personality, and more. When walking in and out from point A, to point B, it felt like I was being bombarded.

"How come you didn't bring my purple suitcase, with my makeup in it?!" A lady from afar said. It seemed like she was cursing her husband out for the simple mistake. But who knows, he probably did it on purpose.

"Run that back!" A young boy said, bumping music from his speaker. A lot of energy, especially at the break of dawn.

"I'm tired of you, Marquis! You never did nothing for me, so I'm moving back to Chicago. Maybe I'll fine a real man there! Emphasis on the real!" The man got down on both knees and pleaded, maybe even shedded a tear, begging the woman to not leave him...I guess we all got our own issues to deal with.

"Finally. I made it" I said under my breath. I walked around in a circle, trying my hardest to find my mother's suitcase.

"A23!" Said a woman over the intercom. It seems like many people were boarding that plane, especially how fast all of the people were moving. Rushing, speeding, running down to catch their flight.

"Damn, where the fuck is that suitcase at?" I heard a peculiar voice in the distance. It sounded youthful, distraught, and maybe even a little bit annoyed.

"Hey, you know where the gift shop is?" The person asked me. I froze, unable to answer the question, but still. How bad could it be if I accidentally gave him the wrong directions?

"Umm..." I said. "Maybe go turn left, and keep walking straight, and you'll be own your way?" He smiled and thanked me. I could see him from a distance, running to find the gift shop before it was too late.

Two hours Go By...

"Mija, where were you?!" My mother asked, worried yet relieved I made it back to my seat before boarding started.

"I had a rough time finding the suitcase, ma. It's fine though. I got it, didn't I?" I said with a smile. She chuckled and hugged me. My mom was everything to me. She honestly wouldn't be able to do anything without me. But, if I'm being honest, I wouldn't be able to survive without her.

"Flight 823, will now begin to board." The man slammed the phone down, and began to check tickets. My mom didn't have enough time to buy the tickets where we would sit together, so we'd be separated for sometime.

I mean, it didn't seem to bad at first. But now, I'm starting to feel the jitters. My stomach began to bubble. Rumble. It felt like gladiators were fighting in my stomach. I was...scared?