Country Girl

California bound Baby!

I feel my heart leap as the plane throws me back into the seat, and i can't stop myself from smiling. The take off into the air leaves my stomach flipping, but yet I continue to smile. The thrust of the plane, evens out enough for me to lean forward and look out the window. Just as we slice through the clouds, the turbulence knocks the plane around a bit. I don't notice too much, I can't help but be memorized by the sights of the bird in the sky. I fall back into my seat, and lose myself in my thoughts. I'm actually leaving everything I've ever known, and crossing the country to live with my father for the year. I think back to my mother, alone in our cabin probably curled up by the fire reading Nicholas Sparks. I grin at the thought of that, Mom always was the hopeless romantic. I on the other had despise it. As far as I'm concerned, I shouldn't need a guy to be happy. But I tell you one thing that could, is never getting off this plane. The guy beside me is having a melt down, gripping the armrests like its his lifeline. I however get a rush of adrenaline. When the turbulence starts to get really ruff the guy pukes. I wrinkle up my nose at the smell. Over and over he apologizes to the flight attendants, as they curse under they're breath. Who'd blame them, I mean hell it smells worse then a slaughter house in here, honestly what'd the guy eat. When the plane hits turbulence again, the guy loses it. Screams like a banshee and thrashes around. As sad as it sounds, I'm glad when he passes out. I honestly don't know the time I passed out but I wake up to the rough landing of the plane. I take a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself, the last time I seen my brothers or father was over 10 years ago. As passengers struggle to exit the plane, I can't help but grow annoyed. Finally one guy notices me waiting, and creates a space for me to get through. I step around the spot where the puke stained the floor, and I get into the aisle. Checking that I still got my wallet in my back pocket, I begin to progress my way to the exit of the plane. The flight attendants look at me and apologize for the disruptive flight I had. I just smile and tell them it's alright and that although it smelt it could of been worse. The first step onto the California soil feels like I've just landed on the moon. The warm air hits me like a hurricane, and the first breath I take leaves an ache in my lungs. Heavy fog-like smog lingers in the sky and I can't help but feel a little disgusted. Compared to the fresh mountain air, this is so different. I head inside the building in search for my bags, and the livestock holding area. Find the two big bags of mine is easy due to the fact that they're covered in dust. I smile at the sight of that. Sliding the handles up, I roll my suitcases to the nearest agent. 

" Excuse me sir, can you tell me where I can find the livestock?" The agent looks at me with a grin as he gestures to my clothes

" Country girl, I assume?" I smile and nod, proud of the image I created for myself. Following the agent is harder then it sounds. The crowds become impossible to navigate through, and somehow by some miracle I manage to make it to my destination. I feel my heart soar as I hear the sound of Northern Dancer's nicker. I thank the poor guy, who has his boss yelling at him through what looks to be a cordless phone. I look around the small building and I find myself curling my lip in disgust. Walking up to Dancer's stall, leaves my heart jumping. I stroke in between her eyes, while resting my forehead onto hers. When I lift my head up, I look into her big blue intelligent eyes. Seeing no signs of distress, I find myself relieved. I leave my suitcases by her stall, as I go in search of Red. I cup my hands and bring them to my mouth. As I blow into the small opening, the sound of a train whistle projects off the walls. Shortly after that follows a short nip, followed by a howl. I chuckle, I find him in his crate underneath some hissing fur ball. Under my breath I growl at the cat

" I'll let him eat you" Some cats I can stand but I'm a dog and horse type of girl, it's not something I can change. Sticking my fingers through the cage, Red licks them before he lets out a pleading whine. 

" I know, I know. Dad will be here soon, and then you'll be aloud out." The sound of Dancer's hooves hitting the door, causes me to go into defense mood. I quickly drop the defense when I realize that it's Dad. I, on purpose, ruffly set the cat off of Red's cage and onto some growling beast's. I use one hand to pick up Red's crate, as I approach Dad. Setting Red down gently beside my suit cases I reach up to hug Dad. Into my hair, I feel Dad's breath as he mumbles.