The Badass Aunt

Maddy

    I never really put notes at the top of my chapters. Don't really like it when other writers do it cause I just want to read the book, so when I do put a note at the top it is probably important, lol. Sorry about the delay on this chapter. This is kinda the first real chapter in this book because the others were intros to the story and this will be this first chapter with dialogue, yay. I wanted to make this chapter long and really good that's why it took awhile for me to publish.
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Fucking airports, am I right? No one likes airports, especially busy airports. I am currently in The New York City Airport. Ya, its a hell hole. People here have zero patience, they just push right past you, no second thoughts. Ya thanks, just crash your suit case into my brand new lace up boots and brush your sweaty ass shoulder into mine. Excuse you?
     I stop by a wall and put my arm through the other strap of my red plaid Jansport back pack. Damn thing kept falling of. I take a deep breath to compose myself. I didn't realize how much I had adapted to Montana, with a population 24 people and 1,450 bison. I haven't missed the city life to much. But one of the things I had missed was, surprisingly, was the news. I know right? But seriously, think about it. In the city there was all kinds of things going on, from bank robberies, to the Statue of Liberty getting a makeover, or found raisers in Central Park, but in Montana the biggest news was, a bison knocking over an old guys mail box, or, your local Walmart is shutting down. Boring.
I watch suit cases slowly slide by on the baggage claim for about five minutes till I finally see mine. It's all black with a big red ribbon tied around the handle that says "Fuck You" on it. My friends and I called my suitcase the, "Fuck You Mobile" long story short, when my friends brought me to the airport in Montana we ran holding the suit cases handle letting the wheels roll on the ground and then when we got enough speed, then we would jump on it and ride it while the rest of us chased after it till the person on the suit case stopped, next friend got on (There were four of us) and so on and so fourth. I wouldn't jude till you tried it. It's fun.
Anyways, I tightened my grip on my backpack, sucked in a breath and began to make my way to the crowd of people around the baggage claim. I slowly squeezed my way through the crowd, (making sure to say excuse me, not to be one of those polite bitches, but not to be a hypocrite.) Once I make it to the conveyor belt I quickly grab The Fuck You Mobile, and shuffle away. I set down The Fuck You Mobile and pull up the handle and roll it behind me. Now that I have all things, (My furniture is being shipped here) I can leave this fucking airport.
I walk through the spinning doors and take my first breath of fresh air in hours. I look up and all I can see is tall buildings stretching up around me with bits of bright blue sky in between. Clique as fuck. I realize now that those fucking movies are so wrong about New York City. No dreams come true here, dreams are crushed. These streets don't mend you, they tear you apart. These lights don't renew you, the make you feel dry and crusty as they constantly shine down on you. The super stars that were supposedly made here don't inspire you, they wash away your self esteem dance number by dance number till your gone. Gone from New York carrying your crushed dreams in your torn, crusty arms as your tears mix with the rain that's poring down on you and your broken little soul.
Now that I think about it that sounds like a really good movie.
When I look back down I can no longer see the beauty in this place. In stead of the shiny lamp post where any director would see a happy want-to-be actress dancing, I see the empty cup and wad of napkins blowing in the wind down the sidewalk next to said lamp post.
A loud screech makes my head twist to the left. Instead of seeing where the noise originated from I see a bright yellow taxi coming down the uncrowned street. I throw my hand up an wave it in the air, trying desperately to make I contact with the diver. I shine a bright smile at him/her as they approach. Closer . . . And, nope. He/she flys right by me, splashing through a puddle splashing my lower leg with muddy-ish water. God damn it. More fucking movie clique bull shit.
I drop my hand as quickly as I can and look to both sides to see if any one saw. Nope, again. Every one keeps walking either talking to the people beside them or looking down at their phones. New Yorkers living in there own little bubble. Can't say I am mad. Glad no one saw that.
After five minutes of nervously looking around, both for people who may have saw my taxi mishap, and, for another taxi. Have to get to Maddy's apartment some how. Finally another taxi comes rolling down the street, I throw my hand up praying that they will see me because I swear to god I do not want to google "how to hail a taxi." This time the cap pulls over in front of me. I hesitate at first to get in but when the cab driver motions for me to get in I quickly throw in my suitcase and take of my back pack in throw that in as well. I slam the door shut and sigh. Feels good to know all have to do is let this guy drive and then I am done worrying for awhile. The cab diver turns around, and almost scares the living day lights out of me.
"Hey, you," He says in a rough scratchy voice that smells of alcohol and cigarette smoke that is muffled by both a tooth pick hanging out of his mouth and a thick New York accent.
"Ya," I say hiding the fact that he just scared the living fuck out of me and putting my brave, blank face on.
"Where you going?" He says taking the tooth pick out of his mouth and using it to point at me.
"234 North Tree Street" I say.
He turns in his seat making it creak and causing dust to fly up from the dashboard. I cringe awkwardly and then turn to stare out the window. I wait, looking at the people walking by till the engine groans to life and we begin to move.
     I watch the buildings and people go by through the window mindlessly till the sound of my phone ringing snaps me back to the current time and place. I turn my backpack to face me and start to dig through the pockets.
"You going to get that?" A scratchy voice from the front of the taxi asks.
I growl and roll my eyes, shoving my arm way down in the pocket till I feel my phone in my hand. I pull it out and click answer before I see who it is.
"Trip?" I hear a muffled voice from the other side of the phone ask.
"Maddy?" I say recognizing the voice right away.
"Oh my goddess, Trip, please tell me you are in New York by now." She says quickly and worriedly, making me worried and frantic as well.
"I'm in New York, what's wrong," I say matching her tone with my own teenage charm, "you sound worried." I say afraid of my own words, why do care? My mind asks, I though you hated her?
"Trip, I need you to go get Iris at day care, quickly." She says sounding sick of herself.
"Where's tha-" I cut myself off because another, more important question comes to mind, "Why?"
"Never mind that. Trip, go get her, please." She says sounding desperate now.
"Well I don't know if want to how about that." I say sarcastically.
"Trip, please, go pick her up."
"Fine, where?" I say sighing over dramatically.
"Thank you." She moans, "It's the street right next to ours, 112 Pine Lane. Okay?"
"Wow North Tree road, and Pine lane, ironic." I say in a bored voice. 
"Trip . . ." She sighs as if she has given up on me.
"What happened to you anyway?" I ask her.
"Promise you won't freak out?" She asks nervously.
"Yep, all calm over here" I say sarcastically again. 
"I got in a . . . car crash"
No, no, no, no, no. I feel like death. That's how mom and dad died.
"Maddy!" I almost scream, "Are you okay?"
"Trip, if I wasn't fine I wouldn't be talking to you right now a nurse would, they said I could go home tonight. Just, pick up Iris and hang out with her for the afternoon. I already called the day care and said you would be picking her up." She says.
"Bye . . ." I whisper just glad I didn't lose another person to a god damn car.
"Bye." Maddy sighs into the phone making a static sound.
     I keep the phone on my ear till I hear her hang up then slowly pull the phone away from my ear and stuff it into my bag.
"Change of plans," I yell up to the driver, "112 Pine Lane"
"Okay." He grumbles putting on his blinker and making a left turn on to Pine Lane.

Again don't really like putting authors notes in my chapters but,

This chapter is dedicated to Queenisbae87 one of my best friends who is writing a book from Maddys point of view. Go check it out!!!! Love you man 😂 !!!!

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