"Zendaya Maree Coleman get your butt out of that bed now before we miss our flight!" I hear my dad yell.
I throw my covers over my head ignoring him.
"I heard you the first five times!!" I yell back muffled by the cover.
"Get up Zendaya!" He comes in yanking the cover from over me.
"Okay Okay!!" I say getting up rubbing my eyes.
"Now go get ready!"
"Fine.." I say mumbling into the bathroom across the hall.
I turn on the hot water running my tooth brush under the rushing water then putting on the crest toothpaste.
My mom appears in the side of the door in her silky purple robe stareing at me.
"aw.. Zendaya.. you have grown up so fast.." she says sighing as if she is watching a sad movie.
I spit out the toothpaste then turn to face the woman with the sad expression on her face.
She sighs once more as I go and hug her.
"Zendaya you know if you cant do it call me and I will come get you." She says hugging me back.
"Mom.. I dont want to go." I say looking at her with tears threating to fill my eyes.
"I know, but I haven't seen your father this happy in a while."
"Alright.. i'll go." I say turning back around to brush my hair.
She nods and walks back into her own bedroom to go back to sleep.
Once I finish doing my hair, picking out my outfit, and doing my makeup I start packing up my stuff.
I go through my closet picking out my boots and jeans, tights , and skirts.
I feel a frame of a picture under a pair of skinny jeans and I move the jeans out the way.
I rub my fingers over the sharply broken glass.
The picture is of me and my ex chris who cheated on me with another girl named Melinda.
I throw the picture into the back side of my closet and grab my navy blue travel bag and start walking down stairs to the car.
My dad is tossing boxes inside the trunk and he packs his stuff in the backseat along with a couple of my other bags.
I get in the front sliding along the leather seats with Chris on my mind.
The car pulls out of the drive way and we take out down the highway leaving the two story house.
We come behind the airport seeing the planes take off and landing plus some of the workers cleaning the runway.
The car stops and I get out of the car grabbing my four bags and walking inside of the cooled airport.
The feeling is much different from the heat outside. With the tall windows and the silver railing holding them up. People traveling around hustling to get to their flights.
I push my way through the crowd to the flight with my dad following behind me.
Once on the plane the flight attented gives us a free pillow and ask if there is anything that we need.
I shake my head and lean to the side of the plane looking out at the airport that seemed to be getting smaller as the plane gets higher into the air.
I drift off to sleep after putting on my beats looking out the window.
