"Where's your bag.", my Mom asked. I turned around, with my face focusing on my phone.
We successfully landed and received our luggage, finally. My Mom nudged my shoulder, telling me we should start walking towards to exits.
Throughout my life, I have seen a lot. And by lot I mean, things that an average person enjoys.
But I have never seen anything so pretty, so sweltering and lush. We walked through the exit casually as a fresh breeze of salty beach air passes, leaving chills all over my body. The airport was right next to the St. Pete beach. Strangely enough, I have only been in a tropical area once, and that was 10 years ago. But this, was something totally new to me. How is it possible I enjoy the little things in life so much.
A taxi was already waiting for our arrival. I passed my orange baggage and got in the car.
As always, I sat next to the window. I would never miss that chance out.
I saw palms in every corner, and people walking in shorts, and a guy with a tanned, gorgeous face, and although we drove quite fast, I noticed his bright forest-green eyes from far away. Wow. Its funny how we see people for a second and just think how perfect they are. And then, we're never gonna see them again.
I remember a friend of mine mentioning that there's a Zenit Arena in St. Petersburg, and that I'd definitely had to check it out.
We were driving for about 20 Minutes, the sunshine pouring in the window. And then, I saw it. The house I was going to live in until I'd be able to an independent adult.
"It's brilliant. Isn't it, honey?"
I nodded quickly, and looked around the house. It was surrounded with a few palms and carefully shaped hedges. The building had immense windows. I smiled. I knew I was going to get used to this environment quickly.
I climbed upstairs, holding my heavy bag in my left hand. It was really heavy, and I thought about what I took with me.
My room had a floor made from wood, and a huge balcony with a view to the beach. Luckily, we already had our furniture in, which made me feel a little like I was home, back in Idaho.
The window was a little dusty, and I opened the doors. Again, there was this magical beach breeze, and I felt pieces of my hair tickling my neck.
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Oblivious
Teen Fiction❀ ❀ ❀ The story of a girl's life between Reality and Imagination.. ❀ ❀ ❀ oblivious: definition adjective ↠ not aware of or concerned about what is happening around one ↞ ❀ ❀ ❀ Rain Davis, a shy but joyful teenage girl, is leaving her simple life...
