Mind Over Matter (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: Welcome to New York

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"Attention passengers, we have now arrived JFK airport. Please feel free to unbuckle you're seatbelts and release any luggage or items in your compartment. Thank you for choosing American Airlines." The flight attendant finished her announcement over the speaker phone.

I quickly unbuckled my seat belt from my passenger seat and took out my black bag, heading toward the exit way. Most of my luggage has been transferred directly into the airport anyway. I finally make it inside the airport and went to the main entrance to retrieve my luggages. I spot my two luggages and take it out from the rotating trail line. I wheel them both to the nearest spot and seat myself near one of the benches. I check my flip phone to see that it's 5:56 p.m.

Looks like I arrived before destination time on the schedule. Which means Eva should be here in about four minutes. I run my right hand through my curly black hair, twisting the end of my curls. This is it. This is New York City. It wasn't as joyful looking as what I saw growing up watching Home Alone 2. But then again Malcualay Culkin didn't appear to be as happy and drug free as I thought.

I check my phone again, reading the time. 6:10 p.m. it read. Great she's 10 minutes late. Because that's exactly what I need right now after sitting on that plane for over 7 hours. Am I going to have to take a taxi home? I don't even have the time for this. I start my internship tomorrow and I'm already nerve wrecked about it. I'm so close to achieving my Master's. I don't need this right now. My thoughts were imediately interrupted by a feminine shriek like noise. I knew that voice from anywhere.

"Charie, how are you? it's been so fucking long, Sis!" My sister Eva greeted as she pulled me into her tight embrace. We were earning a few glances from people passing by us. One thing that annoyed me most about Eva was her lack of being unaware of her obnoxiously loud behavior. But I guess this was a pretty good excuse. It's been 5 years since my last visit when I was with her and dad spending time with them at there beach house with his wife Rachel. Who might I add has a 20 year age difference.

Also 1 year from mine.

"You're 10 minutes late." I stated gruffly as I rolled my luggages towards my waist.

"I know, I'm sorry. Lexa was supposed to cover my shift but the bitch never showed up." She sighed running her hand through her dark locks. Eva used to be a pre med major in Columbia. Our father was providing for her financial fees until she decided to become a baker. That obviously didn't sit well with him but she had managed to convince him to let her borrow money to rent a place for her cafe. She decided to name it Amour de Cafe. She claimed that it meant cafe of love in French. She was close but still wrong. I had tried correcting her cultural grammer mistake but she still refused to hear it.

"Whatever, lets just get out of here." I said as we rolled both my luggages. We exited the airport and went towards the direction wear the huge indoor parking lot was. Eva took out her keys from her purse to click on the sound alarm. The alarm source pointed towards an over used small silver Folkswagen.

"This is your car?" I question her, hoping she was joking and would point us towards the direction of another car less humiliating than this.

"Temporarily, yes. I'm leasing it until it gets cheaper." She states as she tries to open up the back seat of the piece of junk.

"You must be joking. How is my stuff even going to fit inside this hot mess?" I question her again whilst pointing at my luggages. Which I should mention are rather large.

"We'll​ just put one in the back of the car and one in the front seat. No big deal. Jeez, and you're​ the one going Stanford." She muttered under her breath as soon attempts to lifts my Purple suitcase.