Forbidden Love (Scrapped)

Chapter 2

Friday morning; 4 o'clock A.M.

In my opinion, 4 in the morning is way too early to wake up and 6:30 is way to early for a plane ride. But it's all worth it because I love plane rides. I'm afraid of heights, but I love plane rides. I take photography and although I'm not a professional, so I'm not great, the camera I have makes up for it so I get good pictures. And well, the pictures you can get out of an airplane window are better than anywhere else. I really hope I get to sit by the wing because I like those more.

Another hobby of mine is trumpet. I'm clinging to my baby, yes my trumpet is my baby, right now as I wait for my parents to get ready for the drive to the airport. I hate boasting, but I'm pretty great. I've won competitions. I was the only person to go to All-State Honor Band from my school. And I was principal trumpet in the All-District Honor Band. I've been first chair in my school's top band for the past two years. This would have been my third year if I wasn't forced to move. But all in all I just love to play trumpet. When I was 7 my dad gave me a trumpet and told me that that is what I am going to do. At first, I dreaded holding the instrument in my hands. But as I have played the past almost 11 years, I have grown to appreciate it and the beauty that comes from it.

"Okay Willow," my mother says as she puts on her jacket and grabs her purse. "You ready?"

I really can not believe this is happening.

"Yes, ma'am...Um, is dad coming?" I look around the living room and look up to the top of the staircase. I haven't seen him come downstairs this morning. Nor in the last two days in general.

My frowns. "No sweetheart, he has a busy weekend so he needs to sleep."

Oh.

"Well, I'll just go say bye." I turn to go upstairs.

"No, I wouldn't do that." You've got to be kidding me. Is he really that appalled by me.

I give her a look and she gives me a nod. Confirming that my own father does not want to speak with me. Not even to say bye since I will be gone for a year. "Well then," I say with a sigh. "Let's go."

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At the airport; 5:30 A.M.

"Willow wake up, we're here." My mom says as I open my eyes to see an airplane that had taken off recently, pointed upwards towards the sun.

"Yep." I really don't want to leave. Despite that I have no one, I just don't like to be away.

When we reach where I check in, we both get out of the car and I grab my suitcase. My parents will send the boxes today. Everything I will need for the next few days is in my suitcase.

My mother and I walk through the doors. I check my suitcase in and I am taking my backpack on the plane and my trumpet is my carry on. The lady at the front desk asked if I wanted to have someone escort me to the plane because I'm seventeen and still a minor. But I'm turning eighteen in two weeks, so I'm fine.

My mom walks with me to security. When we reach the line, I stand still, staring at the end of the line. This is where I leave. I know that after walking through those medal detectors there is no going back. Not wanting to go in. I just look at my mom and after a few seconds of us silently staring at each other I jump into a hug. "Mom, I'm going to miss you so much," I say, not letting her go. Tears running down my cheeks. Probably soaking her jacket.

My mother grabs my face softly. Rubbing her thumbs over my cheeks and brushing my tears away. Her own tears running down her face. "Willow, I'm going to miss you also. Sweetheart, I love you so very much. I need you to know that. You are my pride and joy. You are the love of my life. Sweetheart, I need you to know that I love you for who you are. And who you will marry is who you will marry and I will love them as my own. I just need you to know that."