Ricochet

Chapter One : The Ticket

Okay, so I'm no where near my chapter count that I wanted because I'm trying to make ever chapter 2,000 words or more.

But may I present

Ricochet

{PLEASE READ!!}

Okay let's get this straight! I don't live in Germany, France, and I DO NOT live in Los Angles, or know much about the latter. So please excuse any mistakes. I want this to become a story I actually take my time on, so I can actually do a deeper plot, with better transitions, better spelling, better character development, and a whole bunch of other things, so please, I'm trying my best here.

This story is important to me, I'm going to try and take it slow and switch more freely to other point of views. Instead of writing the same thing over and over and over again.

Thanks,

~Arin-Kun❤️

[Eren's POV]

"What the fuck do you mean you bought a plane ticket?!?" Mikasa, my step-sister yells at me as I continue to pack my suitcase. "Yeah exactly what I said, I'm leaving tonight," I say, looking back at her and then push up my glasses. "It's not like I don't have a job, it'll be a great place for pictures!" I say defensively after I see the look she's giving me. "And why didn't you by me a ticket so I could go with you?!?" Mikasa begins to shout again. "'Cause when I leave for work you always freak out like this, and you cramp my style. Especially when I'm trying to find my new style. So all that equals no plane ticket for you." I pause and sit on my suitcase. Mikasa looks more furious than before, she takes a few big breaths and then proceeds to stomp out my bedroom door. I sigh, I know I was being rough with her, but I'm only going to start my first year of college and I want to make memories before that happens and I'm to busy with school and have no time to model. I push all of my weight onto the suitcase as I zip it. I hop down and stand in front of my small Harry Potter backpack and my suitcase, I have a good feeling about this trip. I grab my backpack and swing it over my shoulders and roll my suitcase down the stairs, "Mikasa I'm leaving! I'll call you when my flight lands!" I shout as I grab my keys from off the kitchen counter. I walk out to my pastel pink Cadillac and put my suitcase in the trunk.

I was extremely excited for this trip, I was having my car taken to Los Angles with me. I loved this car to death in all honesty. It had been there for me since my mom had taught me how to drive in it. When she died she insisted I have the car, I wouldn't refuse, this is a nice car. It's vintage. I would never get rid of it.

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When I got to the airport, I parked my car in the loading zone. I got out, keys and suitcase in hand. I walk over to a woman in a light blue uniform and dangle the keys in front of her palm. The bright pink feathers tickling my had in the breeze, "If you put a dent or a single scratch on my car, you'll regret it." I say and drop the keys in her palm. The woman stands kind of stiffly as I walk into the front airport doors. I was so prepared for this flight, a 19-year-old on a flight for 11 hours and 45 minutes.
"The flight to the United States, Los Angles plane is now boarding." A man says over the intercom. My flight! I rush through all the people, although there aren't many, usually, I prefer to take morning flights, but this time first class was booked so I had to wait until the afternoon. Which wasn't too bad, I mean I didn't have to wake up at 3 AM in the morning. The downside is that I won't arrive there until later in the morning. I sit in my seat and look out the window, "Goodbye German, I'll see you again in August." I say and look around there's no one really sitting beside me, just an older male sitting closer to the front of the plan and me sitting in the middle. This flight wasn't going to be so bad.