vanishing

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I would miss Florida. I'd miss the warmth of the bright sun, and the ocean I would sit by every day just to relax. This is where I fit in, and this is where I wanted to stay.

My dad got a new job in Cincinnati, a place where nothing happens. Nothing for a 16 year old anyway. We had to buy a new house on short notice, and I don't even know what it looks like.

So here I sit, on the beach one last time. Staring at the crimson sunset, letting it leave a tattoo on my heart.

I feel a soft touch reach out to me. It could only be my mom.

"It's time to go Aubrey," She said.

I looked up at her, my mom is about average height, with a stocky build. She has bleach blonde hair from the sun and skin in a dark shade of tan, just like everyone else in Florida.

Not me. I have long, dark brown hair and I am more pale than a piece of white printing paper. The only thing about me I like is I am very thin, and a bit taller than most girls my age. All of the girls I've seen are beautiful with blonde hair like my mom, and the same tan shade. And I don't think there is a single one that doesn't play beach volleyball. I've never really been into sports, I'm built for, nothing really.

It's not that I'm not pretty, it's just that I don't fit in.

Somehow I managed to snap back to reality and drag my feet away from the soft sand and walk inside.

Not surprising the house was empty, my mom and dad have always been sort of "proactive" when it comes to knew things. My favorite pictures on the wall in the den were gone, my Dad's lounge chair was gone, everything was gone. The house felt so empty and thin, all of the memories that I had here had to be left here. But I had to leave it. And I watched as the moving truck started it's journey to its new home in Cincinnati.

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When we arrived at the airport my two over enthusiastic parents decided to park the in the farthest spot possible. Great. We sold our car two weeks before we started packing for our new home, so we rented a small car from the airport that smelled like Lysol. We will get a brand new car in Cincinnati, my parents had said. It seemed like we would get a new everything, so I guess we were "starting over."

I sluggishly stepped out of the car and walked to the trunk. My dad's hand caught my shoulder and I jumped.

"It's for the best honey," he said in his usual persuasive tone.

I sighed and continued to walk droopily to the back. I grabbed my carry-on backpack and suitcase and closed the door.

We walked up to the doors that had the letters;

"DESTIN AIRPORT," written on it.

It was a 16 hour flight to Ohio.... Ohio. Even the name sounds boring and tasteless as it comes out of my mouth.

I couldn't even imagine what horrible things that would come from this state.

I started to zone out when a certain smell caught my senses. It smelled warm, sweet, and mesmerizing. A smell from my childhood. It was non-other than the Cinnabon Shoppe. This was the only thing I loved about airports, was the smell of the sweet cinnamon rolls that were baked fresh every day. I think I even started to drool which was embarrassing because the old woman behind the counter just looked at me with a confused stare. How long had I been just blankly staring at her? One maybe two minutes?

"May I help you hun?" She asked.

"Um....sure." I managed to spit out.

"I'll take a large original Cinnabon roll with extra icing." I said.

"That will be 4.99 please."

I pulled the money out of my wallet and handed it to her. My parents were waiting for me at the bench by the baggage weights. Shaking their heads with a faint smile on their faces. I smiled back and turned to face the old woman that was now holding my cinnamon roll.

"Thank you." I muttered.

"Have a nice day!" She said being a little too nice.