Sam's POV
"You think I would bring a knife to an airport? I'm scared of cutting myself when I unload the dishwasher." I scoff as I toss my lotion back onto my bed.
"Yeah, good point."
"Samantha Young! We're gonna be late!" My mom calls, again. When my mom calls you by your full name you better get your ass over there because she isn't kidding.
"Shit, I've really got to go. Talk to you later! Bye!" I say quickly.
"Bye!" Mia replies and I end the call.
I zip my suitcase up again, leaving the lotion on the bed this time, and start to walk towards the stairs with my suitcase in tow.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs and walk into the kitchen I see my mom standing at the counter checking to make sure she didn't forget anything.
"Morning Honey, All packed?" She asks.
"Yep!" I reply.
Ten minutes later I'm loading our suitcases into the trunk while my mom is starting the car.
"God it's freezing!" I shiver as I climb into the car and slam the door behind me.
"Well sweetheart, it is January." She chuckles. "Now's a perfect time to go to Florida though."
I shiver and nod my head in agreement...
