The Journey Thru My Life

The Flight

The morning I had to leave my home in North Carolina I was devastated. The night before I cried myself to sleep in my mother's bed, like I'd been doing for the past week since she died. My father didn't question it.
The morning I left my house was the saddest. When I was about to get into the cab I paused to take one last look at my home. I was sure I'd be back one day, no I knew I would be back, this would someday be my property. My mother intended it that way, It said so in her will. The day I turned 18 and I returned to North Carolina I would have to go back and claim my property, as in my birth home. My mother's house was mine the day I turned 18. The day that couldn't seem come soon enough. I remembered the memories I had including my 13th birthday party and my first and last official party with my mom and entire family. I'd always wanted a party, I'd spent years begging for one, but my mother never budged until my 13th birthday I never understood why, until today.
I'd given up hope that year, I didn't want to beg nor was I going to. She surprised me I didn't beg for a party this year she just gave it to me. I'd remembered our exact conversation as I entered the taxi. I remembered that morning a week away from my birthday as if it were yesterday.
I was coming down the stairs in my warm pj's when my mother surprised me with the topic. "Dearest what are we doing for your birthday?"she asked in her genuine velvet voice. I'd inherited that from her. "Whatever you want mom" I said casually. "Well I was thinking instead of going out to eat with friends and family why don't we throw a party in your honor","You're thoughts dearest?". "Are you serious?" I asked skeptically. "Of course, if it's what you want"said my mother. "Yes!" I said with more enthusiasm then when we'd started this conversation.
Within a week arrangements were set for the grand blow out party as my mother called it. She was filled with so much enthusiasm and energy. We'd even gone dress shopping something we both hated doing but my mother said this event only happens once a year. I ended up getting a pretty shiny lavender dress that went down to my knees and had rhinestones all around the waist. My mother went for a long flowly dress that was sky blue my second favorite color that had spaghetti straps and a flower with rhinestones on the waist. She'd gone all out, we'd decided to have my party in the backyard of our house, the place was decorated with with lavender colored flowers, and balloons,with shiny lights all around. We had a DJ and a jumper. With a cake that was 3 stories high. Everyone that was invented had the time of their lives including me. I was so sad when the night was over, but like they say all good things must come to an end. At that time I thought my mother had gone over board with the whole party, now I thank her for it.
I only realized I was crying when I felt the moisture flow out of my eye. I was relieved to see my father had taken the shot gun seat away from me.
The taxi ride got shorter after that. When we arrived to the airport nor my father nor I tried to make small talk. I had one carry on my favorite blue jean mini backpack with turquoise blue flowers on it. It was my favorite thing because it's one of the few things I had left of my mother. I instantly shook that memory away, I didn't like thinking about her too much it gets me depressed. I'd never been on a plane before so I didn't know what to expect.
The plane was huge very narrow on the inside though. The seats were made of leather, and they were quite comfortable. I'd chosen the window seat, I liked watching sun rise and sun set it was so beautiful, it almost made me smile, almost. On the plane ride my father had been droning on about my new family, that subject irritated me and he knew it. "The neighborhood isn't the greatest but it's the best we can do on my salary, I would have you walking from school and back, of course if you make friends you'll just text me and let me know where you're going, just do me a favor and to behave yourself, for your siblings sake" said my father. "Half siblings" I mumbled, he didn't seem to notice because he just kept droning on. "You're siblings are so excited to meet you, and Evie is so glad she's not the oldest anymore, she complains it's a lot of work" he chuckled"I'm so glad you're coming home, we're going to be one new happy family". That comment ticked me off " Haven't you been listening I don't want a new family!" I shouted. "Lower your voice, I don't want to be a tough strict father, but if I have to be him I will be, things like this you're not allowed to do at home or even near your siblings", "Ugh why do you have to be so difficult I was hoping this rebellious stage in your life would have worn off after these past couple of days, Serenity your 13 years old it's about time you started acting like it". Just then a flight attendant arrived with a trouble face "Can I get you two anything?" she asked with a not so sincere smile on her face. "My mom" I said in my clear velvet voice. My father gave me a stern look but I pretended not to notice. The flight attendant just left and seemed to look uncomfortable.
We didn't talk for the rest of the flight and I was more then okay with that.
The flight was 5 hours no stop. I read a book and watched 2 movies. I'd lost interest in the movies, they were both about romance, and romance was the last thing on my mind.
After the flight my father tried to smooth things out, I didn't listen to much. So far the only thing I liked about New York City was the fact that you had to whistle to haul a cab. The rest was a terrible.
It only took 15 minutes to arrive to my new home. The place wasn't the nicest but it did have a school less then 5 blocks away. But seriously couldn't this place have a pool, or something, all I saw was a kiddy playground what good would that do me. I did however notice the boy that came out from underneath the stairs of my apartment, apparently he lived under it. The worst part was he was painfully beautiful he had bronze colored hair, with his forest green eyes, and a painfully beautiful smile, the kind of smile that belonged on the face of a male model, he even had dimples, he wasn't too much taller then me, then again not many people were I was 5:6, he had to be at least 5:8, and his stride was so graceful, so elegant that it deserved to be on a runaway. I looked away in an instant refusing to be charmed by him. I pretended to help my father with our bags even though we only had 3 suitcases.
The velvet genuine voice of a male startled me "Hello"said the boy. I dropped my blue miniature backpack at the sound of his voice. We both bent down to pick it up and by accident he touched my hand. "I'm sorry"he said "I didn't mean to startle you" he said as he passed the miniature backpack to me. "I'm Asher, by the way" he said with a wide grin on his face as he extended his hand towards me. "I'm Serenity" I said in my clear confident velvet voice as I shook his hand.
"Asher?"said my father as he noticed the boy I was shaking hands with. We both dropped our hands instantaneously at the sound of his voice. "Yes sir Mr. Maxwell" said Asher,in a professional velvet silky voice. Ugh even his name was beautiful. "Well I'm glad you two meet, I was planning on introducing you two" smiled my father. "Well we should get inside Serenity" said my father in a firm voice. "Okay" I mumbled. "It was nice meeting you"called Asher as I started walking towards the stairs. I just smiled though I felt as if I was blushing I could feel the warmth coming off my face. As I walked up the stairs I began to discover that I was more nervous then I realized, but who wouldn't be scared of the next chapter of their life, not knowing what to expect, the thought made my stomach churn. As my father opened the door I took in a deep breath preparing for whatever came next after this.