Gates To The Old Times

Gates to the old times

3 months had passed. 3 months had passed since my parents died. I miss them a lot. But… I have to start a new page; I need to start a new life with a new beginning. Today I’m going to my aunt’s house where I’m going to live.

My luggage finally packed, I put a few books, my earphones and my phone in a backpack.

“Ready?” Uncle Jonas asks me “Remember that you can still change your mind. You’re welcomed here.”

“No, I need to leave. It’s harder to continue here. Joanne will help me and I never went there with my parents except for when I was 4. I have no memories with them in that house. Believe in me! I’ll come and visit you whenever I can but now we really need to go to the airport. I don’t want to miss my flight.” I replied with a sad smile.

Jonas is my 21 year old uncle; he’s just like a big brother to me, I always had a close relationship with him. I did almost all of my foolishness with him. He’s the complete opposite of my father, His brother; he lives every day like there’s no tomorrow and he acts like a child.

Joanne is his twin sister, they look alike, think alike, act alike. The only difference is that, from what I’ve heard, Joanne is more mature. But like I said before, I know nothing about her except that little information that my uncle gave me.

Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Alexia Allison Adams, with three big As. But you can simply call me Alex or Al.

I arrive to the airport and go straight towards the desk-thingy to take care of my papers and everything that needs to be done. After I finish, I head directly to the plane.

The uneasiness, the fear and the stress are killing me. It’s normal, right?

A 16 year old orphan girl can get scared because of the flight.

I need to be distracted. I put on my earphones and blast Cold world by Paramore then I take a book and begin to read it loosing myself slowly in it.

When the plane is finally in mid-air, I close my book and place it on my lap, so that I can admire the view through the window. Pass through the clouds that open up like a tunnel.

I look at my right to see a little 10 year old boy sleeping, his head rested on his father’s shoulder. He lookes adorable.

I remove my earphones and let sleep over take me, after all, it’s a 12 hours flight.