Welcome back..if your still reading. Thanks if so, I have been trying to get on as much as possible,I have been going through a lot.
I hope you guys like this chappy, its short but it has a lot of detail in it, and new people.
Chapter 3.
Start of new memories..ending of the old.
"Emma, honey; wake up were here."
"But I don't want to be here." I wined and slowly opened my eyes.
My mother wasn't kidding we were here. In my mind I only thought, how would I ever get around here on my own?, what is the high school like?, would the other students make fun of me for being new or different.
I cleared my mind, not ready to think of those answers just yet. They could be answered another time.
A voice said what I could only make out to be an American, I couldn't quite understand what he said, it sounded a little like 'miss teoft uhh pan ow'
I looked at the young gentlemen in confusion, " habla Esponal?" He said in a Spanish accent.
"No, well" he said as he stood there, for a moment I thought he forgot what he was doing.
I looked at him, he had on a regular flight attendants outfit on, blue blazer, black shoes, white undershirt, and a black tie. All together with gold or bronze buttons.
He had dark eyes that matched his hair, he was Mexican I think with a tan. But not just any kind of tan; a tan that any guy would kill over, he seemed well built, I saw a name tag, it read;
Eric D. Gordan Jr.
Manager
I looked at the young man, eyeing him he was something that reminded me of my ex-bf.
Then he said something I didn't expect him to pronounce as well as he did.
