Mia's POV
"Let's go, Let's go, Let's go!" I shouted to my mother who was taking forever to pick something to wear. "I've been waiting for three years for this." I complained.
"Exactly, which is why a few more minutes wont kill you." She walked out of her closet wearing a pair of black jeans and a white top.
"Okay, you look amazing. Now let's go!" I started pushing her towards the door.
"Wait, I need my keys!" She pulled away from my grip and walked over the the center island to grab her keys. "Alright, let's go."
I ran to the car and climbed in. "Come on mom!" I called.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, calm the hell down."
I rolled my eyes.
The drive to the airport was torture. It seemed like every light turned red and there were pedestrians at every crosswalk. After a painfully slow half hour we finally arrived at the airport.
I jumped out and ran inside with my mom struggling to keep up with me. I ran to Gate 2 where Sam told me she'd be. I checked my phone for the time. She should be right in front of me any minute now...
