Relocating

Plane

I threw my duffels in the car as soon as I woke up. It was 5 am and I had to be at the airport by 6. I stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Goodbye." I whispered to the house and sat down on the stairs.

"Ready Rachel?" Aunt Mary asks and I nod.

"Yeah." I say and smile.

"You okay?"

"I guess I'm just a bit nervous."

"Expected." She says and smiles.

We walk out to her car and head to the airport. I feel my heartbeat quicken. Not because I was afraid of flying. Not because I couldn't get out of here fast enough. It was because leaving everything behind meant my parents were really gone. The house? Sold. The furniture? Packed and some Sold. The dead parent's kid? Leaving to start a new life across the map. It was pretty much like someone handed me the key to wonderland.

Aunt Mary pulls up the car at the drop off and I hop out. She hands me my plane ticket and I grab my duffels and carryon bag.

"I'm going to miss you." She says and smiles. I see she's choking back tears.

"Bye Aunt Mary." I say.

"Wait a minute! I have something for you!"

"You didn't have to-"

"Yes I did!" She says and hands me a wrapped box. I open it and my eyes go wide.

"You got me an iPhone 5? What? Why?"

"So you have no excuse not to call me. It's fully paid for. Just don't waste it too much. Use it when you need it. You can still have fun with it though! It's an iPhone. Have a blast."

I hop in the car and hug her. I gather my bags again. My ticket is grasped in my hand. She takes off after waving goodbye.

I walk into the airport. I get through security easily. It's 6:20 and I don't have to board my plane until 7:10. I feel myself falling asleep and I decide to take out my new phone. I open the App Store. Scanning through free apps, I finally find the one I'm looking for. I pick out a game called Subway Surfers. It looks bright and entertaining, so I suppose it'll do.

I play for half an hour and they call my plane for early boarding. My phone makes its way to my carryon and I make a beeline for the terminal. The sooner we were on, the sooner we were leaving. I found my seat, like I had been on the plane a million times before. I couldn't wait to go on my first run in San Francisco. Like I said before, running is my outlet. First, I needed to get there.

Around an hour later, they tell everyone to fasten their seat belts and prepare for lift off. I oblige and rest my head on my fist. Once in the air, I let my mind wander. I thought about how every minute, I was several miles farther from Connecticut, and several miles closer to California. Several miles closer to something new and exciting. Several miles closer to peace. Who knows what I could do? It's limitless! Infinite! All I needed to do was figure it out. My final thought before I fell asleep was of how months ago I had friends. I thought they'd care, but it seemed I was abandoned. No one wanted a hurt, confused, mental girl to be their friend. Her parents died, and she lost it. Even though I never really 'lost it.' I was just depressed. I had every right to be goddamn depressed. I wasn't in school, which makes it hurt worse. My friends I had made in work and from random places just abandoned me.

I felt tears boiling and whipped them away with my sleeve. They didn't deserve me anyways. I was always good to my friends. I considered them always being there for me. Guess that changed. As soon as my life turned upside down, they turned the corner away from me.

I stopped my unhappy thoughts and let my eyelids shut. They were too heavy for me. My dream was vivid before me and let me believe I was going to be okay. And for once, I let my dream capture me and read me the story it wanted me to hear.