Hometown

Micheal Clifford!?

   Getting off the plane I wait for my suitcase to come spinning by and I see mine and grab it. Tossing  my headphone back into my ears I listen to some state champs blasting on full volume. I un click my suit case and roll it with me to the nearest restaurant type place I really need a coffee. Of course the closest one is Starbucks and I don't mind coffee from there it's just mainstream and way over priced. I get a small Carmel type coffee and tell them my name. I wait in the line with the other people waiting for there's and my name to be called. My names called and I take the coffee in my hand with my suitcase in the other I exit the airport into the chilly autumn air of Illinois.
            I take a sip of the coffee and it burns my tongue and I curse under my breath.  I don't have a car here yet and probably won't for awhile but Centerville is about a half an hour for the Chicago airport which is crazily busy. I wait for a taxi which could take forever but luckily one arrives in a few minutes.

"Where would you like to go doll?" The mid age taxi driver with a five o'clock shadow asks.

"The motel  in Centerville please" I tell him with a small smile

"Okay, what's a pretty lady like you doing out there?" He turns around to ask and I get the creeps from the guy already.

"Looking for something." I say not sure myself what I'm looking for "maybe someone" I say under my breath with a small sigh

He turns himself around "ah okay I see" he finally starts to move the car into gear and I put my head phones in my ears.

I didn't get much sleep on the plane  so I close my eyes and I let myself drift off into darkness without a second thought about it. The next thing I know is were pulling into down town Centerville, well by down town it's just the motel and a few small shops. It's still daylight out and I might take a walk into town to the little sandwich shop. As he pulls into the run down motel I notice how much it's changed it use to be white now it's yellowish, could be from old age. He pulls around to the front and I grip my suit case in my hand waiting for the car to come to a full stop.
          Once he stops I grab the money from my back pocket. I only have thirty five in cash so let's hope I have enough to pay him.
              "That'll be thirty miss" he says holding out his hand for the cash. I give him my twenty and two fives and exit the taxi. I walk on the sidewalk to get out of cars way but I notice there's only two parked cars here. I sit down on my suit case for a second to take it all in.
         The air is cooler and crisper out here you can't taste the humidity like in Arizona. The thing about out here it's so different no oceans only beaches from lakes, it's green out here trees, grass everything it's pretty the leaves change colors along with the seasons. Noticing all of this is bittersweet as the memories of growing up flood my head and tears try to flood my eyes. I hold it back and decide to get up.
         Dragging my suit case along with me to the front desk to get a room does one of the wheels break and I curse out everything I'm my head. I pick it up by the handle noticing how weak I am with a very heavy suitcase do I realize how fucking stupid I must look. I mange to get to the front desk before my tiny arms give out.
        "Hello room for one please" I say shyly to the short old women behind the desk.  I'm not very good at talking with new people so I'm usually quite with my words.
           "How many nights?" She asks her glasses resting towards the end of her nose as she types into the old rundown computer.
      "I don't exactly know yet can I pat nightly?" I ask because I'm not sure with it I might fly back or find a place I don't know.
        "Yeah sure kid, here's your key you have room six on your left" she says giving me a key to the door with a small tag that tells me the room number. I thank her and pick up my suit case once again looking incredibly stupid.
             
             As I turn towards the hall on my left I see a two teenagers about my age maybe older in the hallway. Ones really tall with black skinny jeans and blonde hair sticking up with a lip ring I think? And the other one has a red flannel almost like the one I'm wearing with a sex pistols shirt on and dyed hair. Come to think of it he look very familiar. I almost forget to keep walking as I noticed I stopped to stare at the two boys.
         I keep walking down the hallway and I get to my room. There only two rooms aways from where i am standing. I get  a better look at the two teens and one of their faces seems like I should know them by name. I think for a second and it finally clicks on who it is.
   
"Michael Clifford?"

A/n bit longer of a chapter this time do any of you even read these?