Falling For Sam

Chapter 2

It's my first day of finally starting my new life. So much adrenaline was running through my brain with excitement. All the nerves were gone, just pure excitement filling my body. I could barely contain myself on the way to the ATL, an airport which resides in Atlanta. I made my mother drive me, otherwise I would have veered off into a death resulting situation. I only have my permit currently, so I have to be with one of my parents whenever I drive, which isn't pleasant.

The ride to the airport was rather quiet. My mother prefers to talk in the car over listening to music, so I usually listen to it through headphones attached to my phone. She says she prefers talking in the car, yet she didn't say a word. Maybe she's still a little in shock that her daughter's going off to a job and living away from home with someone else. Maybe she was afraid she would miss out on some milestone or that I'd get hurt and she couldn't help me. Maybe she was just thinking of how much she will miss me. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

When we arrived, I hopped out of the unflattering navy minivan my mother owned for only one reason. That reason was because of the need to hold over 6 screaming soccer kids from my sister's team who are always hyped up on sugar. Pixi sticks, Gatorade, gummy bears, soda, you name it. Thank god they aren't allowed to have coffee or I'd end up losing my hearing just on the way to drop all of the kids off at their homes. At least as far as I know they cant have coffee, but maybe that's why they are so hyper. The insanity that goes on in that car shall stay in that car (gladly).

Now sleepovers are a whole different story of chaos. It is absolutely insane. "OMG LOOK JUSTIN POSTED ANOTHER PICTURE ON INSTAGRAM!!" "LET'S GO THROW PILLOWS AND STUFFED ANIMALS AT CAMRYN!!" "I WANT TO BE WITH JUSTIN AND BE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND SO I CAN BE ONE LESS LONELY GIRL!!" "LET'S EAT MORE SUGAR AND STAY UP ALL NIGHT GIGGLING AND SCREECHING WHILE CAMRYN TRIES TO WATCH TELEVISION AND SLEEP" Okay, so maybe those aren't their exact words, but you get the point. They are loud, annoying, and like Justin Bieber. A lot.

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My mom walked me up to security and then left. I prefer to walk alone through the airport with some exceptions such as with Spencer or my cousin Chamille. Most people hate airports, but I absolutely love them. I could sit in an airport all day. It connects to my desire of the city life, which I've always had. I'll just look at clothes and shops without buying anything, as long as you leave me there for unlimited time to look. I just like to look at the city mostly, and it's absolutely gorgeous at night with all of the lights everywhere. And dear god the amazing smell of the city. The city always smells so amazing. There is one smell in particular that I like, which my mom says it is tar burning in the sun. You know, it's completely normal to say your favorite smell is burning tar. The usual. She also said you can smell it all the time in California, so another thing to bundle onto the excitement I already had.

The lady which always sits at that little desk and calls sections of the planes on who loads first and what not started calling for the plane I was going to be boarding. I always get picked to be stuck with the most annoying people on the plane. The screaming children, people who talk to loud, the man that snores as he sleeps, a kid who you'd swear had a black belt in kicking the seats of plane passengers, and the people who stare. "Section B! Section B! Now boarding Section B!" she yelled. I stood up and lugged my fairly large and full carry on suitcase, plus my purse on my shoulder. I had two other bags that I had checked since I had to bring so much with me to my new residence. I have never traveled with so many things in my life. Not that I have traveled many places anyways.

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The dreadfull 4 1/2 hour flight was filled with all of those people. One little boy, approximately 4 years old, was sitting behind me. As soon as I sat down, he kicked my seat rapidly. I turned my body slightly to make eye contact with his father.

"Excuse me, but can you please stop your son from kicking my seat? I would really appreciate if he saved his black belt seat kicking skills for else where so I can relax on this flight. Thanks." I said with a slightly pissed off face at the end, turning back around to sit in my seat normally.

The kid didn't kick my seat again after that.

Once the flight took off and was pretty high in the air, a stewardess announced that we could use our electronics and the trays that are in front of our seats for laptops and eating. I didn't buy any food, nor did I plan going on tumblr reblogging One Direction photos and amazing outits next to my "seat buddies". They weren't buddies at all, so I don't want to call them that even. I got stuck in the middle (of course, my luck) with two strangers on my side. One was a business man who was constantly typing on his laptop as soon as he was able to use it. He didn't talk much, which was a plus for me. The person to my left (towards the aisle) was a middle aged woman who was presumably sick. How did I know she was sick? Oh, I don't know, she was just coughing, sneezing, and blowing her nose constantly, that's all. Thank god I had my headphones to blast my music over them (sadly they weren't very good for keeping out sound from my "seat buddies").

The rest of the flight was rather well besides the annoying people next to me. I honestly thought it would be worse. If you keep your expectations lower for flights, everything will most likely seem better. All I could think about was how amazing the singing voices were on the songs I played and what my new life would be like after I stepped off my flight.