Our Kinda Happily Ever After? A Story Problem-Inspired Fanfic

Chapter 3 ~ Christina

    34,000 feet in the air, and all I could think about was that I was moving to California. I had to pick up and move so quickly, it seemed I was still recovering from the shock of it. I was going to see my parents again, after a year of missing them.

    And then there was the fact that the strange call had come from California. I would be lying to say that I wasn't stoked about the chance of meeting my mysterious caller, Peter. He had called me again last night, and I was curious. I had been contemplating calling him back myself, but I kept deciding against it.

    Just then, the flight attendant's voice came on overhead. "We will be landing in about an hour, so please gather your belongings, including children."

    I giggled. I always liked it when flight attendants made jokes. It made them seem friendlier, more approachable. More human.

    I was lost in thought for a while, but then, my nerves suddenly spiked. I hadn't seen them in forever. I was honestly scared that they wouldn't recognize me. And then there was the fact that I would be starting at a new school, across the country from anything I've ever known, in the middle of the year. It was terrifying just to think about! Not to mention that I was starting in my sophomore year and not freshmen.

    Soon, the speakers came on again. "Ladies and gentlemen, please buckle your seatbelts, and prepare for landing."

    After we landed, the rest of the day was a blur. I remember meeting up with my parents, and I remember that I was showered in compliments and affection. "You've grown up so much!" "You're so beautiful!" It was almost too much. But it was nice. I remember going to bed as well. But nothing in between.

    The next morning, I was entering my first period classroom, wearing my favorite pleated skirt and my long tightly curled hair in a French braid down my back. I scanned the classroom for empty seats, found one, then sat down. I was zoning out, until the teacher called the name Delsin, and I heard a familiar voice. My head snapped up and I looked over to where the voice was coming from. I locked eyes with a boy dressed in a red and black flannel shirt and worn jeans. His sandy-colored hair was all ruffled, Harry Potter-style, and he had on hiking boots. I could've sworn that I had heard his voice before, but I couldn't quite place it. My thoughts were still rolling through my head, when I stood up to introduce myself to the class.

    "Hello, I'm Christina Hanson, I just moved here from Tennessee"...

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