Chaotic Craziness

Airplane flight...

For the past few months, my mother and I had started preparing everything for moving day. From boxes to boxes, we packed everything such as; clothes, sentimental objects, furniture, you know, the usual stuff you'd bring to your new household. We called a moving truck to load up our stuff and head on to our new loft in Los Angeles.

Not only that, we also had to prepare all of our important documents in order to be all set for the United States. And that certainly was not easy. We had big loads of documents that hadn't been touched for years in our office. So it took us long agonizing days to organize all of the documents like; my report cards from kindergarten to 11th grade, my birth certificate, my Mom and I's green cards and passports, my Mom job certification, et cetera.

And my Mom and I had to save up; I mean, we can't show up in LA broke. So during summer, not only had we been packing like crazy but we've also been working endlessly. My Mom had to work overnight shifts and I've aggrandized my work shift in Chapters (I worked in a book store called Chapters) so that I could chip in and save up for school supplies and clothes.

So far, during summer, we've been busy as hell emptying our apartment.

But the hardest part of all, was to bid goodbyes to our friends and family. God, that just stung deep my heart.

You see, I grew up in Ontario for almost my whole life. All my friends from there were the ones I grew up with; from pre-school to now, high school. And as for my family, well, most of them were located in Ontario and this would be my first time ever to be far away from them. I could just recall the times I'd laugh and fool around with my cousins, bake cookies and reminisce old baby pictures with my grandparents and pull mischievous pranks on everyone with my aunts and uncles.

Ah, good times. See, for me, family comes before everything. Which was the main reason why saying bye to them crushed my heart.

After days of doing so much preparations, we've finally reached the day to take our plane and fly to Cali (Oh joy, I've already found a nickname for California...I hope you've all sensed my sarcasm?)!

Now, most of you might be thinking: Damn, the plane must be awesome, or, ouch...the food must be horrible.

Well the airplane food is terrible, lemme tell you that. But the plane trip is horrible too!

And I mean, really terrible. If you can come up with anything that's bad, well, this plane trip can easily overtop that!

There is currently a kid behind my seat who won't stop poking my arm and kicking my seat for the past hour! I haven't been getting any sleep because of that booger. And when a cranky Julie doesn't get her beauty sleep, just prepare yourself for the world to end in a dangerous boom.

Inhaling and exhaling air to calm my rage down, I placed a fake innocent smile upon my visage and turned around to face that son of a bitc- euh I mean- boy.

"Little boy, could you please stop poking and kicking me?" I politely asked, with a sickening sweet tone. God, I sound like some punk from Dora the Explorer...which is beyond creepy. "I really need to get some sleep."

The little boy held a stoic face and crossed his arms on his chest. A fire of mischief danced in his chocolate eyes, radiating an unkind aura. "My mommy told me to never talk to strangers...especially ones with ugly moustaches," he impolitely spat and snobbishly lifted his nose in the air, his dark-brown hair lightly shaking to the head movement.

I blinked, dumbfounded by what my little ears had just processed. My hand was on the cushioned seat's headrest, angrily clutching the life out it. Nonetheless, my fake innocent smile was still intact.