No One's Normal (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter Two { Alina's P.O.V. }

     I walked on foot for almost an hour before I reached the big city. There, I knew that I can find a taxi.

     My feet ache and I desperately want to sit down and rest. I feel terrible, but I know that I can't give up so soon.

     Getting a taxi to stop for me was very difficult. I wave my hand like a lunatic, but they never stop for me. Knowing my luck, it could be hours before I leave this corner.

     After another ten minutes of nothing, I start walking down the street. Maybe I'm not in a good spot to be picked up by taxis or something.

     I walk until I reach the next stoplight. The street in front of me is now cleared instead of multiple cars in my way.

     I feel like passing out. My whole body is aching and it's freezing. I should have thought twice about leaving the house with jean shorts and an old sweatshirt.

     More taxis zoom by without giving me a backwards glance. Maybe I should just go back home...this isn't going like I planned at all.

     I raise my hand one last time as a taxi approaches. I watch it carefully. Maybe if I stare at it long enough it will come over.

     The taxi puts on a turn signal and parks in front of me. A bald man points to the backseat and I squeal in excitement. I guess my luck is finally turning around.

     I shove my suitcase into the cramped backseat and then sit beside it. "Огромное спасибо! Никто не остановил меня весь день!" I exclaim to him happily.

     { Thank you so much! No one has stopped for me all day! }

     He gives me a small smile and then a dismissive wave of his hand. "Не беспокойтесь об этом. Где маленькая девочка, как ты нужно идти в начале?" The bald man asks as he turns back onto the street.

     { Don't worry about it. What does a little girl like you need to be going so early? }

     I don't think I'm a little girl, but I don't want to lose the taxi by saying something rude. "В аэропорт." I reply, biting my tongue so I don't make a remark about the little girl comment he made.

     { To the airport }

     Baldie nods and turns onto a different street. I look out the window and study all the familiar buildings passing by. I'm a little sad that I won't see them anymore.

     I may miss good old Russia, but I have a feeling that I will like America much more. I've wanted to move there ever since I was small. I learned English at a young age in hopes that I would someday get the privilege to live there.

     America is a new path for me to take. I can get a job there and make new friends. No one will know about my home life like everyone at school does.

     I smile and set my forehead on the cool glass of the window. Words can't explain how happy I am right now.

                         * three hours later *

     Baldie, who's name turns out to be Phil, pulls up to the front of the airport. I look up at the sign and stare.

     It still feels surreal for me to finally be here. Excitement bubbles up inside of me. I still can't wrap my head around the idea that I'm finally gonna have a normal life.

     People come in and out, with their luggage in hand. I didn't think the airport would be so crowded, but then again I've never been to one so I wouldn't know.