You're My Paradise [on hold]

Four A.M.

Four A.M. (Nicole's Chapter)

Here's a fact: I am not a morning person. Keeping that on mind, I wasn't too happy when the alarm woke me up at four frickin' o'clock a.m. 

I hit the snooze button and stumbled out of bed. I wiped my blurry eyes and went to the bathroom to get ready for my long awaited summer vacation. 

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I climbed into the back of my car with my brother brother Jack.  

"Hey zombie" Jack teased. 

"Shut the fuck up" I say slapping his chest hard and turning to the window. I know he was joking, but like I said before, I'm not a morning person. 

We arrived at the airport in a matter of minutes, at least that's what I think, I have no idea cuz I was knocked out on the back seat. Oh well. 

We waited around an hour or two before we boarded the flight and were off to Miami, Florida. 

Man, was I excited! The family always spent the summer out of Brooklyn but our vacations usually ended in disaster.  

Just to name a few of these disasters: one time our tent got mauled by a bear, or that other time when we got a motel in Spain that was infested by roaches. Gross, I know. 

This was the first time we've ever been to Florida. I've finally convinced my parents to take us there. They reluctantly agreed. They hated 'relaxing'. Why? Because they aren't normal people. My theory is that they're a aliens that adopted human babies to study.  

Sorry got a little carried away there. 

My parents are what people call "adventurers" or "extremists". They travel a lot and do all kinds of crazy shit like climb mountains, swim with sharks and swallow fire. 

Okay, I may have exaggerated on that last one but you get my point. 

For most of the two hour plane ride I just listened to music and slept. It was a connection flight so at our stop in North Carolina we are pizza for breakfast. I think it was one of the happiest moments of my life. 

I was relieved when we got to MIA. The airport was huge and we got to ride on one of those those cool trains. I was probably a right mess but who cares. 

I was relieved to get out into the hot, humid Miami air, though it didn't do justice to my already frizzy hair.