The View of Austin

Chapter Three

Everything went as good as it possibly could considering the circumstances with the first flight. Things weren't so exactly "smooth" with the next one. The flight that will drop me off in the big city. The city where my life begins. As you can tell, words can't describe the way I'm feeling right now. So many thoughts, so many feelings. I'm so used to playing a different character, I guess I forgot how It felt to actually live my life as a human, and not someone puppet. The world is moving so fast trying to catch up with all the unlived barley surviving moments of my life. Its winding, but also the most amazing breath of fresh air Ive ever tasted.

Baggage was terrible, they almost lost my other suitcase on the other plane back in Georgia. It took about an hour of arguing to convince them it was still on the plane. So finally, I got my clothes back. Just when I thought I couldn't get enough the really nice security lady thought it was a good idea to run a bomb search through me. I'm 5'4 and 115 pounds. I can barley carry a huge purse, let alone a bomb. But nooooo she had to search me, thoroughly. That lady searched me in places I didn't even know could be searched. Of course that took up a good half an our of my time. I was really hungry and was gonna use that time to get some taco bell or something good. Now I have to eat gross airplane food.

When I finally boarded the plane and reached the height of 30,000ft, I got out of seat and went to get a menu for my gross airplane food. When I was on my way back I wasn't really paying attention and ran right into some tall guy. The impact was so hard I fell and just then some turbulence came through and I hit my head. Way to start off your magical journey Bennet. I looked up and yeah you guessed it, we locked eyes and I at least, instantly fell in love. In the perfect scenario He would've picked me up and we would've kissed, then the whole family part thing and crap. But obviously this is reality, and all he did was ask me if I was okay and helped me up. I nodded yes and he went back to his seat, and so did I. He was tall, like perfect tall. He had dark brown, almost black hair with blue streaks in the bangs, but his hair was streaked up. He had a tattoo on his left bicep, and a side nose ring. He was like the perfect example of every girls dream bad boy. Little did I know though, that it wasn't going to be the last time I saw art student dream bad airplane boy again.