5:54am
"CRAP"
I slam my alarm clock off, buzzing out of bed running around the house like a lunatic trying to find a stylish; yet cosy outfit. I chuck on my white long sleeve crop top under my acid wash overalls alongside my rose gold chain and my black Louis Vuitton's.
Time was ticking and I managed to buff in some foundation, slide on some lipstick, draw on my winged eyeliner and blink on some mascara.
Realising I don't have enough time to do my hair, I pull it into a messy bun and run out the door with my handbag and luggage checking I have my passport, phone and purse whilst sliding on my sunnies.
I jumped out of the taxi and made my way through the sliding doors opening a message from my mom that read "Stay safe my sweat pea and don't forget to have fun! Enjoy your trip and talk to you soon, love you".
It was now 6:59am and I managed to check in and make my way to gate 36; trotting along sipping my espresso. The scenery in LA was breath taking I sigh taking in my final moments, stepping onto the Tarmac.
I stormed up the stairs and handed the flight attendant my boarding pass "Straight down to your right, row k, seat 1, enjoy your flight" she read enthusiastically as I mumble back "Thankyou". I took my seat sliding my sunglasses onto my forehead, relaxing as everyone else secured their places.
It was almost time for take off when a young gentleman sat next to me; he had chocolate like curls that were swept into a light fluffy quiff with emerald green eyes that quickly met mine. This boy had a slight smirk on his face before breaking the silence and introducing himself.
