Reunited in bed

CHAPTER 2: Getting prepared

~The next day~

The unbearable noise of my 7am alarm woke me up telling me that it was time for work. I slammed on it to stop it from ringing.

I took up my phone to see that it was completely dead. "Shit, I forgot to plug it in last night" I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed to get myself ready for another day of work.

My shift was from 9 to 2 so I had plenty of time in the evening to book my flight.

I slowly walked to the bathroom still not being fully awake, my face met the door's with a loud slam which definitely woke me up.

"AHH! Fucking bitch!" I cursed at the door hitting it as if it were a real person.

I opened it and went in the bathroom to do my daily morning routine. Once I had gotten out of the shower. I went in my bedroom to apply some body lotion. I got dressed in my uniform and went downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee, ate a banana and left the house at 8:20am.

On my way to the cafe by foot, I got myself mentally prepared for the day. With my headphones in I hummed to some songs of Zevia's. She always sings relatable songs. That mostly bring tears to my eyes.

I arrived at the cafe at 8:40am. And helped the staff to get ready for customers in twenty minutes.

The day was pretty long and boring. Just me reciting the same words to each customer and having to deal with rude imbeciles. Day by day.

I was so excited when my shift was over. I ran home to take a shower and get ready to go to the airport to book my flight.

I called a cab, and anxiously
waited to reach my destination. Forty minutes elapsed when the car came to a stop waking me up from my nap. I paid and thanked the driver as I walked into the large building.

I don't think I've ever seen this much people in one place since I left High School. I patiently waited in the line to have my turn. My hands shaking like crazy while I stood as my head was down. Anxiety is crazy isn't it?

When I was one person away from my turn, I took a really deep breath in. It's not that I don't know how to talk to people, I just can't, you know?

Airline worker - "Buenas noches señora en que la puedo ayudar?" (Good evening ma'am, how may I help you?)

I booked my flight and went home. Around four hours later, I got an email that my seat was secured.

I was leaving Mexico in less than a month. My home country. The only place I've ever known, to start a new life. "What do I have to lose anyways?" I asked myself as I prepared dinner to eat.

After my dinner, I decided to start packing. I know it is a month away but it's better to get prepared early than late, am I right?

I packed most of my stuff that I had, such as my clothes, shoes, my books and photos of me and my parents, which I missed ever so dearly.

I took one last glance at the photos before packing them away. "Espero hacerlos sentir orgullosos, los extraño. Te amo mamá y papá" (I hope I make you guys proud, I miss you. I love you mom and dad) I said as I kissed the photo with tears rolling on my face.

I was tired from all the folding and searching that I was doing, so I went to finish a book that I took great interest in, "The young detective" by Nisha R. She is my favourite author and aspire to be as big as her with my books one day.

My eyes started to fail me, as I was falling asleep with the book in my hand.

AUTHOR'S NOTE!:
Hey readers! Do you think Isadora is ready for a next chapter of her life? :)♡