Fragments

5.2

          5.2

          The air is cloudy as my plane starts it's descent into New York. A thick mist is spread over the city, creating a fog too deep to see through. As I walk through the airport towards the entrance I hope for a moment that Roman might be waiting for me, a big sign with my name in his hands, but then shake the thought away. He has no idea I'm back already, and even if he did, he doesn't seem like the romantic type.

            I hail a cab with the limited money my mother gave me to get to and from the airport since I resisted her offer for a ride. The drive to Elizabeth Roe’s is uneventful under the clouds of early winter, bringing us days of rain instead of snow. When I lug my suitcase to the front doors, I pull on them to no avail. They don’t budge.

            Since all students went home for the break, students are to call ahead of time if they are coming back early or if there are any change in plans.

            Thank you for your consideration,

            -Elizabeth Roe’s Boarding School