"He's a lying, no good son of a bitch!" She near shouted in my ear drum. For the past seven hours i've listened to the same middle aged woman complain to me about her cheating husband. Appearerently her husband had an affair with her seventeen year old brother, talk about strange. I've tried several times to try to sleep, but no. She Insisted on telling me the rest of this never ending story. In complete detail.
One hour. Only one hour left to endure this. For the past four year's i've spent my time in Paris, France with my Aunt Linda, to escape the hell im returning to. You see, I use to be the short, chubby, four eye'd, pimple faced dweeb, so as you could imagine I was at the top of the bullying list in my school. It got to the point where I would skip behind my mothers back, every single day. If it weren't for my brother Liam, she would never have known. But sadly he's only a year ahead of me, so he looked out to make sure I went. Of course he had a few fights to protect me, but that didnt stop it. For Two weeks straight I begged and pleaded to go with my Aunt for a few weeks just, so I could get a brake. Finally my mom decided she'd let me, little did she know i'd stay for four entire years.
Excuse after excuse left my mouth to stay, my biggest fear was going back. It was only seventh grade when I left. I went straight to cyber school when I got to Paris, I wasn't planning on going to see more cruel classmates. I Should be going into only eleventh grade but I made it appoint to get ever possible extra credit I could get, so now I jumped the gun to my senior year. Sadly, it'll be back in my home town, Pennslyvania. My family has no idea i'm coming home. I thought it would be the perfect suprise for my mother's birthday. Yes, I've kept in touch with them quite often but never sent a picture, skyped, nothing that they would see me. I've completely transformed myself. The gym is a daily thing for me, sixty minutes a day I completely devote myself to working out. Laser eye surgery gave me a perfect view of the world without being blocked with my glasses anymore. And I could thank mother nature for my hormones to let the acne disappear. Did it give me a boatload of confidence? No. But it made a difference in my mind, if that makes any sense to you.
Down to half an hour left, the adreniline is keeping me going now. The lack of sleep, and the six hour time difference isn't an easy adjustment to make. Deciding to come back had to be the most bitter-sweet decision I've ever had to make. Don't get me wrong, I miss my family like crazy, but I love being in Paris, I met people I adore, even a boy who's took me out on a few dates, it's just so different there. The people are a thousand times different, I wish that's where we all grew up. But sadly I'm not a time travler, I can't change things.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, we have started our descent in preparation for landing, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their fully upright position. Please make sure your seat belt is securely fastened until the plane comes to a halt and all carry-on luggage is under the seat in front of you. Please switch off all electonic devices to the off position until the captin has switched off the seat belt sign. The flight attendents are currently passing by the cabin to pick up any remaining items you may have. Five minutes until landing cabin crew, five minutes. Thank you for flying with us today, have a nice day." The heavy southern american accented man instructed us as several ladies walked through picking up loose cups and food everyone had. I finally realized that I was actually home again, and how much I missed Aunt Linda, and Paris already.
"Taxi, Taxi!" I screamed after finally managing to get out of the crowded air port, the only thing worse than this is getting your luggage after the flight. That's just annoying. Finally, a young looking man pulled up in-front of me, a little to close if you ask me and the curse words I muttered.
"Where to m'lady?" He asked, forming a genuine smile as a struggled getting all my bangs into the small yellow car. I almost forgot they drive in that side of the car in the US, it's like a parallel universe. We drove twenty minutes from the airport to South Scranton, boy has it changed.
