The Moment My Life Started

Chapter 6

Briyanna’s P.O.V

I go and get my luggage and as I get the last piece loaded onto the luggage cart, I hear my phone ringing. I see the caller ID. It was my dad. “Hello?”

“Hi kiddo.” He says like there wasn’t anything wrong.

“Where are you dad? I’m standing here in the airport with all my luggage.” I say waving my hand to my luggage that was right beside me.

“Well, here’s the thing.” My dad says hesitantly. “I’m not exactly in London right now. Can you get a cab and stay at a hotel or something? There isn’t a way to get into the house.” He asks expectantly.

“So what am I supposed to do for a week?” I asked caustically.

“I don’t know.” My dad sighs. “Go sight-seeing. Meet up with some friends.” My dad says throwing the words angrily through the phone.

“Dad, I just got here. I don’t have any friends.” I say starting to get a little upset. “If you’re not in London dad, where are you?” I ask curiously.

“Doesn’t matter. Just get to a hotel or something. I will talk to you later.” Dad rushes and before I can get another word out the call is disconnected. Exasperated, I throw my phone into my bag.

Where could he be? I think to myself. I told him I was moving to London today. I called him a few days ago. He said he would be here. I thought to myself angry at my father. Tears spring to my eyes in hopelessness. I look up hoping that they don’t spill over and that no one would notice. I sit down at a random gate with all my luggage and wait while I pull myself together. I look in my bag to find my iPod to listen to some music but it’s not there. I can’t find it. I take the luggage cart and rush back to the gate that the plane arrived at unaware of any of my surroundings. I get to the gate and explain that I left my iPod on the plane.

“I’m sorry ma’am. There was no iPod returned after the sweep.” The woman at the gate says almost unsympathetically not once making eye contact.

Without another word, I steer my luggage back toward the exit. I call a cab and I ask to be taken to the only hotel I know of. It’s fairly close to where my dad’s house is. I pay with my debit card and thank the cab driver and get out and get my luggage into the lobby. I ask the employee for a room for 1.

“I’m sorry miss. All the rooms are occupied.” The bellhop says looking at me sympathetically.

I sigh and without a word I make my way back outside with all my luggage. Could my day get any worse? I thought hopelessly to myself. I pass by a park and all of a sudden, I feel exhausted and sit down at one of the benches and put my head in my hands and sit there for a while.