Unheard of Love

Chapter 5

The day I've been dreading finally arrived: the day of my parents' funeral. All my siblings and I had just made the long trip back to Hollywood. We stood by the baggage claim, waiting for our bags, so that we could continue on with a day no child should ever have to go through. I continue searching for my blue suitcase as all the other suitcases made its way down the belt. All my siblings stood beside me with their suitcases while mine was nowhere to be found. Great, just my luck. I continued to look for my bag for another 15 minutes, but by this point the same bags were rolling around the baggage claim. Frustrated, I stomped over to the help desk.

The woman behind the wooden counter was on the phone as she held up one of her long fingers, indicating that she'd be with me in a second. I look over her tall stature. She had dark skin and curly black hair. Her shiny lips gracefully moved as she continued to talk on the phone. She then pulls the black land line away from her face and hung it up.

"What can I ____ you with __________?" She says to me. Digging through my purse, which I had luckily carried onto the plane, I grab out a small notebook and a pen. Opening up to a blank page I scribble down: Sorry I'm deaf so it's hard for me to read your lips. My luggage from flight 367 was lost. It's a bright blue suitcase.

I slid the piece of paper over the counter towards the woman. Her dark brown eyes scan the paper, then grabs a pen and scribbles something down. She slid the paper back towards me as I read what she wrote: I'm sorry, I didn't know. As for the suitcase I deeply apologize for the inconvenience. We will do our best to locate it. Can I get a number to call if we find it?

Frustrated with the lady, I wrote down my number and walked away.

I met up with my siblings again. "now+ ready+ go?" I ask

"Your+ suitcase?" Matthew signs. I just shrug and start walking towards the exit of the airport. Within a few seconds, my siblings caught up to me and we all walked out together.

It was only eight in the morning, but the air was already hot and muggy. I feel a pull on my sweatpants. My pants slip down a little ways and I look down at Macy while I pull my pants back up to my hips. She rubs her tired eyes and points. I follow her finger to a man in a tux. He stood by a limo holding a sign that said McCormick. We all shuffle over to the man as he opened the door of the limo. The interior of the limo was the fanciest thing I've ever seen. Slick, black, leather seats wrapped around the limo with a TV in the front. I slipped into the limo after Matthew. We sat there in our pajamas, looking as if we didn't belong in the limo. I watch the Airport slowly disappear behind us as the limo drove off.

The limo driver slowed down as he pulled into a fancy driveway. The limo finally came to a complete stop in front of a giant house. The cream, golden colored mansion stood in the middle of a garden of flowers and tall shrubs. I watch my aunt swiftly comes out of the house. She wore a tight black dress and a black sunhat. My uncle and two cousins followed her out of the house. My uncle and cousin Daniel both had a black suit on as they walked towards us. Their hair was nicely combed from the original wild mess of hair they usually have. Everyone in this family looked sophisticated except for one person, my cousin Sophia. She wore a black, almost see through dress that barely passed her butt. The dress was cut low as if she was trying to show cleavage, like she wanted every guy in the world to notice her. This however, requires boobs to work, something Sophia didn't have. What I wasn’t too excited about was that I had to borrow some of Sophia's clothes since my suitcase was lost. If I came out looking like that after putting her clothes on, I’d rather not, but I had no choice.

I followed Sophia up the long, winding stairs into a giant room that I found out was her bedroom. The room was quite elegant and the walls were splashed with a soft pink, with matching furniture. Sophia walks over to her closet and opens it. She had more clothes in her closet than all of the members of my family added together. She pulls out three black dresses. I choose the one that looks the least bit slutty because no way in hell am I going to go out looking like her.