One thing all flight attendants neglect to tell you after an overseas flight is that you will look horrendous. No matter who you are no matter what your age, we all end up looking the same, except for maybe that one teenage girl who spent most of her flight in tears. That teenage girl was me. I know people always mock teens for their hormones and how we act like everything is the end for us. It’s like a rite of passage, everyone has been there. Now, I am not saying I have it the hardest because I know this is not true. It’s just the past month has been overwhelmingly hard on me.
It all started in May. My Parents decided to tell me the wonderful news of their devoice, followed by me and my boyfriend of 6 months splitting up after an ‘incident’. I didn’t really find much joy in sticking around my small Massachusetts home town. So that’s when it occurred to me to ask, or rather tell my parents I was leaving. Being 15 I couldn’t exactly leave for ever so I thought I would settle for a summer away from this hell, time to cool down.
My grandmother lives in a place called Cheshire, which is apparently part of England. I had only met her once at Christmas when I was about 4, besides that no face to face contact. She sent the normal card and a check for my birthday, as any loving grandmother would. I would have never imagined the thought of staying with her for a whole summer, the woman was practically a stranger. However she replied to my mother’s email straight away saying she would be delighted to have me for the next two months.
So just like that I packed my stuff and left without even bothering to look back at what I was leaving. Almost 10 minutes after takeoff is when it all came crashing down on me. I was alone. Completely on my own for the first time in my life. The thought of that scared me enough, but the thought of being alone in another country is what sent me over the edge. The tears came pouring out of my eyes like a non-stop waterfall of emotions. I must have startled half the plane with my loud sobs and moans. Leaving me to look the worst out of everyone after the flight.
As soon as I could find a bathroom, I rushed in. I tried to clear up my face as much as possible knowing this is not the impression I wanted to leave my grandmother. Luckily I soon found out it wouldn’t matter. I saw her waiting at the baggage claim. I could tell it was her in an instant. The softened face that looked wise with age but fit on top of a properly held body. She was poise but seemed kind, so approaching her came with ease.
She set a wide smile and opened her mouth to yell, “M’kaela!”
“Nan!” I said rushing into her arms.
“Last time I saw you, you were this high,” she motioned a height the nearly touched the floor, “My how you have grown”
We made small talk through picking up my bags and heading to her small but sturdy car, rather like herself. The ride was short maybe 20 minutes at most. We arrived at what seemed to be a small cottage painted white with dark blue trim. It was small but seemed like the perfect size for the small women and a plus one. She quickly showed me to my room and where all the utilities were before saying goodnight.
“You’re going to bed at 6?” I questioned. I knew she was old and had to get her rest but I never knew anyone to go to bed so early.
“M’kaela, its 11 sweetie, you might need some adjusting.”
She was right I had forgotten about the time change so naturally I could not fall asleep for hours. I stayed up writing some stories and reading Harry Potter for the umpteenth time before finally drifting off.
I had been asleep for what felt like 5 minutes before I was awoken by my Nan yelling to me about how I am young and I need to get off my ass and do something. All I knew is I was not getting anything done until I had a burst of caffeine. When I asked, she politely pointed me to the nearest place to sell coffee. I set off walking down what seemed like an ancient dirt road, passing cottage upon cottage. I finally hit what seemed to be the main part of town. I did as my Nan said; I took a right and two lefts and ended up at ‘the old bakery’.
It was a small building much like the rest, the outside looked like the 1800s but inside looked timeless. As soon as I walked in I stood in the order line, waiting patiently for my turn at coffee and maybe some cakes.
A tall, lanky, brown haired boy greeted me with a charming smile, “Hello love, what’ll you have today?” His voice was deep and husky matching his boyish chocolate curls.
“Coffee, just plain black coffee…oh and maybe a red velvet cupcake!”
“Oh, American! What’s the name?” He asked looking down at a plastic cup. I was confused slightly. This place seemed like a local hot spot, but not booming enough to mix up orders.
“M’kaela”
He made the order and moved on to the next in line who was picking up a cake. After what seemed like forever waiting for my morning jolt my order came in. ‘Mackayla’ the cup read. No one ever seemed to get my name right. I slight giggle came out of my mouth. As it did the bakery boy turned around to see what had happened.
“Don’t tell me I handed you the wrong order. That’ll be the third time today!”
“No don’t worry, it’s nothing. My name is spelled like UMM kae la.”
He laughed slightly, weather is was out of kindness or humor I accepted it because I got a smile from a seamlessly beautiful boy. The beautiful bakery boy.
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