Unwritten

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Dad was happy to be moving, so I was happy for him, and for the first time in his speech, he said we could buy a pet. That caught me off guard but I was excited! A pet? Which type? How big? How small? Anything I wanted. Now I was excited. By the end of his speech it was already 1:28. We both decided to start heading over to the airport, but taking the detour so we could see our old town for good. We talked about everything. Nature, school, houses, pets (and pet names), literally everything you could think of. Even though it was hard to talk with the roof of the car down. The wind would blow my hair everywhere and the blazing hot sun made it impossible to see without sunglasses, and down in Florida, bugs were bound to fly in your mouth at one point or another. Despite the fact that Mother Nature made it a hell of a lot harder to have a nice conversation, we shared a pleasant, very rare, father daughter bonding.

The scenery was spectacular, it was mid-August so every tree had this vibrant green, with contrasting dark brown roots huddled in between them. The sky was bright blue (like my dad had always said) and only a few puffy clouds filled the sky. Eventually the scenery ended, and we were back to industrialization. Roads and cars and smoke galore. We arrived at the airport at around 3:30. We checked in, I bought some bubblegum so my ears won't pop, and we walked over to our gate: A16. I layed down on my dads lap as we waited to begin boarding. I slept.

"Now boarding 1st class for one way flight to Amarillo, Texas. Now boarding 1st class for one way flight to Amarillo, Texas". The monotonic sound in that employes voice made me feel bad for her. Worse than how I feel about moving. I mean, come on, you have to stay in a boring old open warehouse all day calling out random towns about 1600 times a day? I'd sound like I hate my life too.

Dad started gathering our stuff together. Off to a new town, goodbye to our last.

Our seats were comfortable, I got the window seat, dad sat in the middle seat and a thin, middle-aged dark haired woman sat closest to the aisle. As everyone was putting their carry-ons in their place, the pilot began stating instructions, along with the flight attendants showing examples about safety rafts. It's the same crap you hear everytime, I've traveled so much I probably know the whole manual by heart. I guess I should be thankful we haven't crashed... but not really. Anyway, just like any plane ride, sleeping is your best option, so I'll try and sleep.

"Any drinks or snacks?" A pleasant voice awakens me.

"Water is fine, 2 please." Dad nudges my shoulder.

I roll my head up, to find my dad passing me a small cup of airplane water. I smile at the flight attendant as she makes sure we don't need anything else and continues down the aisle asking the same question.