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A young stewardess with blonde wavy hair notified the passengers that we’d be landing in ten minutes. I woke up and went to the bathroom. I brought mints because I knew I’d have a bad case of morning breath, fixed my hair with only my brush, and redid my makeup. I sat back down and put my carryon under the seat in front of me, turned off my phone, even though it was already on airplane mode, and looked out the window. Another half an hour later I was at the baggage claim looking for my two black suitcases.
“Mommy! I want my hair like her!” I heard a young girl’s voice say and turned around, missing my bags. When her mom saw me she ushered her probably seven year old daughter away. I laughed to myself and waited for my bags to come back.
Luckily, they had a McDonalds at the airport and I had a ten dollar bill in my pocket. I bought a big mac, large fries, and a large sweet tea and ate in silence by the baggage claim. After another forty five minutes of waiting for my dad and/or step mom, I decided to turn on my phone and text my mom, asking for his number. She texted me back almost instantly, knowing my plane landed over an hour ago.
I called the number she texted me and the answer was quite awkward.
“Hello? Who is this?” Said a male voice.
“Dad?” I asked.
“Oh shit, was that today?” He asked.
In the background a woman with quite a seductive voice moaned and said, “Oh honey, do you have to work today? I was planning on round two.”
I had an idea what “round two” meant and I wanted to throw up my Big Mac.
“Actually yes. I’ve been waiting here at the airport for exactly… an hour and thirty seven minutes. If you could please come by and pick me up- your only daughter- that would be greatly appreciated.” I hung up, too angry to keep talking. Did he really forget about me and was currently having sex at 3:45 in the afternoon?
I heard a chuckle from two seats to the left of me. I turned and glanced at the person. He was pretty hot. He looked about my age, and had a perfect face. He had brown hair and brown eyes with a tan complexion and I just wanted to lick that adorable freckle on his chin. Also he was tall, which is always a plus. He seemed like the kind of guy to be friends with Marshall. I suddenly thought of Marshall and Dan and almost started crying, but there’s no way anyone would ever possibly see me shed a tear in public.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
He chuckled again. Your phone was on speaker. I heard everything.” He laughed again and looked past me. “Well bye, cutie. My ride’s here and I’m sorry yours was busy riding that girl.” He picked a duffle bag and walked away. I couldn’t help but laugh at what he just said.
I decided to put my headphones back in and go back to sleep, even though I wasn’t tired. I woke up to my phone vibrating in my hand.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey it’s me, which baggage claim are you in.” It was my father.
I looked up at the sign that I didn’t realize was even there until just now, “North.” I said, monotone.
“Okay, I’m parking nearby.” He said.
He walked inside, and since I was sitting by the door, it took no time for him to come by, help me carry a suitcase, and we walked out to a beautiful silver range rover. I put my two huge suitcases and carryon in the back and pulled out my headphones and sat up front.
“I’m really sorry.” My dad said.
“Your tie’s undone and your shirt’s only half tucked in.” I replied and put in my headphones, but didn’t play any music. I just wanted to listen to silence for a while.
We pulled up to a beautiful mansion. It was about three stories high and was the kind of house that you’d see in a magazine or would belong to a less popular celebrity. My dad helped me again with a suitcase and took me upstairs to the second floor. That was the floor with four bedrooms, an office, a computer room, and a den. I lay my stuff on the king sized bed of the spare room. I decided to look around the house before my bedroom.
The third floor had two theater rooms. One was filled with video games and the other had movies. The first floor had a library, family room, kitchen, dining room, and a bar/game room. I went back to my room. The bathroom had a whole mirror for a wall and a large claw foot tub, a shower that could fit about five people, and a room for the toilet. The closet was probably the size of my bedroom back home. The bedroom was about three times that size (in all due respect my room was pretty small back at Mom’s house), that had white furniture with a large desk and a mini fridge.
My cellphone buzzed. It was a text from my father. Dinner was ready. I walked downstairs after I washed my hands and went to grab a plate when I realized the dining room table was already set with food on it and water in a cup at all four chairs. Three were occupied. I sat down and looked around.
My dad, whom has short blonde-ish hair, dimples, and a rather muscular body for his age, was staring at a woman. She looked gorgeous with beautiful hair, except she was so skinny she looked like a skeleton. The third seat had a mini chair in it, and sitting in that was a little girl, who had similar features of my dad and apparently my step mom. I guess I’m not the only daughter after all.
“Hello dear. You must be Alice.”
No shit. I thought, but faked a smile. My step mom stared at my angel bites and nose, and the ends of my hair, which are purple and blue. I laughed at the fact that she didn’t see my four tattoos or the fact that I should’ve gotten gauges with Dan to freak her out.
“Yes ma’am. My mom or dad didn’t tell me your name, but I sure did hear your voice over the phone when I called my dad earlier.” I smiled.
She looked like I just punched her daughter in the face.
“Uh… uh gr-grab hands, Alice, we’re going to pray.” My dad said, trying to change the subject.
Even though I’m not exactly a Christian or anything, I respectfully grabbed my dad’s hands and my apparent step sister’s wrist and closed my eyes. I decided to treat other religions how I want to be treated when I say I don’t believe anything: disagreeing yet respectful.
I slowly ate my food and thanked Collette (my step-mother’s name), and went to put my plate in the sink. She thought it was weird when I began cleaning it, and I awkwardly walked to my new room and began unpacking my bags, brushed my teeth, and went to sleep after watching YouTube videos on my phone and checking Tumblr every ten minutes.
I was awoken abruptly at nine am to Collette asking if I was ready for church. I looked up and just stared at her like yeah I’m totally ready for church. That’s why I’m still sleeping.
