New Identity

Chapter 5

"Miss," a voice said, interrupting my happy dream. I tried to ignore the voice and go back to my dream about going to the fair ground with my father when I was younger. It was one of my best memories that I had with my father. We rode all of the rides at least fifteen times each and we had a lot of hot dogs and cotton candy.

"Miss," the voice said again, but this time it was followed by a light shake on my shoulder. Again I tried to ignore it but the shaking just got a little more rough.

Sighing internally, I opened my eyes and sat up in my seat. I looked at the lady that was sitting next to me. She had a smile on her face and I groaned quietly. This lady was a morning person. I hate morning people. They seemed too happy for their own good. It was like they were flaunting how good their lives were and they wanted everyone to know about it.

"We will be landing soon," the lady said.

I slightly nodded my head and turned toward the window. The clouds were still under us and it was extremely dark. I had no idea what time it was but I knew that it was really early in the morning. I could see the wings perfectly from my seat. I watched as the flaps started moving up and down.

"I wanted to thank you, by the way," the lady said pulling me back from my observing.

I gave her a confused look. Why was she thanking me?

"For the pillow last night," she said. "It was really sweet of you."

I gave her small smile. "No problem."

"So, what is a young girl doing traveling by herself to Idaho?"

"My father is going out of town for business for about a year, so I am going to live with my Uncle for the time being," I told her. I know it's wrong to say, but lying comes very easily to me. I could fool anyone that didn't know me.

"I'm sorry, dear. It must be hard to be away from your father. But if you don't mind me asking, how come you didn't stay with your mother?" The ladies face looked curious and I could tell that she was thinking the worst, so I just played along.

"She passed away when I was six." Which, to be honest, that is when she died to me. That was when her verbal abuse started. That was when I started to doubt my love for her and my step-siblings. Some times i wished that my real mother was still alive and if she would love me as much as my father did.

I watched as the ladies face fell. "I am so sorry to hear that." Her voice cracked slightly and I could see her eyes start to glaze over. "That is such a young age to lose someone so dear to a daughter." She placed her hand on my knee and gave it a small, gentle squeeze. "I lost my mother when I was young too, dear."

A few minutes passed and it was silent. The ruffle of the attendants moving things around at their station was the only sound that was heard throughout the plane. A ding sounded, indicating that the pilot turned on the seatbelt sign.

"Why are you flying to Idaho?" I asked the lady. I figured I could be nice and ask since she did try and take the time to get to know me or to at least start a conversation.

The lady smiled down at me. "I am going to visit my grandchildren. I haven’t seen my son and daughter in over two years. I thought that I would surprise them by showing up."

The sound of the speakers coming to life made the lady stop talking. The pilot's voice came on and announced that we would be landing in just a few minutes. I looked out the window and watched as we started to descend. As we passed through the clouds, I would have thought that they swallowed us whole. Then a few seconds later we were surrounded by nothing but white. I loved how clouds looked so fluffy and soft. Right now it reminded me of a pillow. Oh what I wouldn't give for a nice comfy bed right now.