Unwritten

4

"We're half way there, just an hour and a half left!"

Dad seemed so enthusiastic, I hope this job was good for him. Maybe this time they'll have him be promoted to a permanent city. No traveling included. If that even exists in his type of job. oh well. I drink the cup of water in two gulps, slam the cup down, and lay my head back toward the window. Water and clouds covers all the view. Guess it's not that surprising, what else can be seen 30,000 feet up in the sky?

I don't really remember falling asleep, just staring at the sky but, I guess I did because when I woke up I was again, in a new state. Listening to the pilot thanking us for taking his airline, and warning us about the temperatures outside. 87 degrees Fahrenheit and 30.56 degrees Celsius. Oh what joy. Guess I'm changing I to shorts and a tank top.

My dad, along with everyone else on the plane, starts retrieving their carry-ons, and start heading out in a crowded, quiet uncomfortable walk out of the plane. The pilot and flight attendants stand in the front greeting everyone goodbye as we all hurry out to get the rest of our bags in the luggage pick up. I never really noticed the amount of different types of people in an airport. People from all over the world have probably walked by this one spot. I guess I stopped walking and dazed off because

"Skye let's go!"

Interrupted my train of thought.

The attitude in his voice was a little appalling.

So dads a little impatient sometimes, but you learn to get used to it.

We get our luggages and head out to the taxi station.

"Hey dad, you should get the address out and ready for the guy to drive us there."

"Good idea, Skye. Help me get it out? Small pocket- black wallet"

I reached into his hiking backpack, and unzipped the smallest pocket with a little brown tag as a zipper. I opened up his wallet to see a baby picture of me on the left side. Ew, I looked disgusting.

I get a slip of paper with the street address and some local grocery stores and restaurants for us to look around for. Even my new high school. After waiting a couple of minutes watching my dad trying to ralley in a taxi, we get our luggages packed neat in the trunk and head out to our new home. This should be fun.