Paint My Scars » c.d {Editing}

Chapter 2

             I wake up to the chime of a alarm clock. Sighing, I slam my hand onto the snooze button and sit up in my bed. Trying to mentally prepare myself for the rest of the day, I walk into my moms room and gently shake her Four foot Eleven inch frame.

      "Mom, its time to get up." I say.

       I hear her sigh before she replies "okay."

    Walking out of her room, I go back into mine and turn on the shower water, making sure it is hot. Stepping into the shower, I let the scolding water relax my muscles, waking me up and preparing me for the day. By the time I get out, 20 minutes later, I'm fully awake and ready to start my day. I throw my hair into a messy bun and put on a comfortable black sweater, black tights and my black Ugg's. 

      I go and check on my mom, because she takes forever to get dressed. Surprisingly she doesn't take to much longer and is out in about 10 minutes, compared to her usual 45 minute showers.

      "Ready?" She asks. Her jet black hair bouncing along her back as she jumps out of her doorway. Even though she acts up and energetic, I can tell by her eyes that she's drained.

      "Yup." I reply, wrapping my arms around her as we walk towards the living room.

    Once we are in the car I plug my auxiliary cord into my phone and go into Pandora. "All I Want by A Day To Remember" playing. Me and mom start singing along with the lyrics.

When we finally get into the airport there is this huge hold up. Everyone is crowding around a black limo outside of the airport and police and staff are trying to hold people back. In the back of my head I'm wondering if I'm about to get on a plane with Justin Bieber or something.

After security check and baggage claim, me and my mom wait until they call my plane. We are waiting for about 30 minutes in complete silence. I'm nervous, I don't know if its the fact that this is only the second plane I've ever been on, or I'm going alone. All I know is that I'm nervous, and that's not good. My mom, as usual notices that something is wrong.

"What's wrong Rena?" She asks.

I hate burdening others with my problems. It makes me feel pathetic, even if she's my mother.
"Nothing, I'm just a little nervous."

"There is nothing to be nervous about, you are gonna be fine. Now breathe and chill out."

I take a deep breath, 'okay, I can do this.'

    My plane is finally called and I hug my mom goodbye.

      "Be safe, I love you" she yells as I walk towards the gate.

"I love you too."

I get into my seat and take my headphones out of my carry-on bag and play "Aftertaste by Shawn Mendes". Soon I feel a tap on my shoulder, looking up I see…. Cameron fricking Dallas standing at my side. His beautiful brown eyes glossy as the moons reflection on the ocean.

        "Ahhhh.. Hi." I wave.

     What and lords nation is Cameron Alexander Dallas doing in front of my face. I need to calm down before I have a panic attack and pass out.

"Hey, I'm Cameron and I wanted to know if was okay if sit here?" He flashes me a bright smile.

      "Oh, of course." I say moving my bag from the seat.

"So what's your name?" He asks.

      "Oh yeah," I laugh "I'm Serena Kelsey."

"So where are you headed?"

       "Magcon." I say.

"Ha, me too." He laughs.

        "Yeah, I kinda figured." 

      For the rest of the ride we pretty much just talk and get to know each other. He's so much more down to earth then I expected. There is so much more to him then the pretty Magcon boy that a lot of the fans see, its really- interesting.