So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Fifty Two: Get The Fuck Out Of Bed

I am nervous but yet excited when the clock strikes six. I am one step ahead away from starting my career. I will be able to have my own income, and I'll see the rest of the world that I haven't seen yet. I stand by the gate and my boarding group will board at any minute. My father insisted on getting me a private jet. But I said no because I'm not going to Texas for my own enjoyment.

I hug him tightly but try my best not to hurt him. I wanted him to take me to the airport because I felt that we needed some quality time together before we don't see each other for another three and a half months. "Oh darling I'm going to miss you so much." He told me and then kissed me on the cheek. I want to cry as he's telling me this. But I'm about to go to boot camp. I have to prove that I'm somewhat of a strong person before even arriving.

"I know dad, I'll miss you too. But I'll be home before you know it." I try to be optimistic. "But Tiffany, you could die." He worried. I laughed because of this. I hope that he is not being serious. "Dad, I'm going to boot camp not to war." I remind him. "Oh, well if that's the case. Have fun, and call me when you get there." He told me. I almost want to laugh at what he said. He's really funny at times. Even when he is being serious, he's funny. "Dad, they don't have phones there. But I'll write to you." I inform him.

       "That's good enough. But write to me as soon as you get there, so that I can get it in a short amount of time." He said. "Oh my goodness let me get some sleep first." I tell him and giggle. "Ok. Ok." He replies. "Last call for boarding group B." The flight attendant announces. I let go of my dad after what seemed like over five minutes of us not letting go of each other. "I love you." I told my dad for the last time for a while. "I love you too Tiffany, make smart decisions for the next few months." Were his last words to me before I would see him again.

       It was hard finding a seat on the plane. My dad also offered to get me a first class seat, and I said no to that as well. I'm not entitled to any of that shit like he is. I'm trying to be normal and fly in coach. I luckily found and aisle seat next to a younger girl. She looked to be about fourteen, maybe fifteen. I set my duffle bag above my seat where I am supposed to put it. I take a seat. These seats are sort of uncomfortable, but I don't mind. It's only going to be ten hours. I look over at the young girl and we smile at one another. "Hi, how are you doing?" I ask her. Her eyes go wide for a moment. She had really pretty green eyes.

       "Holy shit you're American." She commented. I laugh because my voice sounds so different to her. When to me, she's the one who has the accent. "Sort of. I was actually born here, but I moved to America when I was five. I've had dual citizenship ever since." I explain to her. "Oh cool. Where are you headed to?" She asked. "Texas. I'm going to boot camp." I tell her. I don't mean to brag about it, but I am excited to have this career. "What branch?" She wondered. "Air Force." I answered her. "Holy shit congratulations. The Air Force is really hard to get into." She complimented. "Thank you." I reply and give her a warm smile.

       There was a moment of silence until our departure. "Where are you headed to?" I ask her. "Oh, I'm actually going to California. I have family there." She told me. Damn. I miss California but at the same time I don't. I never understood what was special about it. Only the people who live there make it a beautiful place and not the state itself. "I lived there for about twelve years. Have fun there, but be safe. There's a lot of creeps there." I encourage and warn her at the time. She seemed so young and naive. She reminded me of myself when I was at that age. I wouldn't want her to make the same mistakes that my father had warned me about.

Ten long hours went by. All I had done was read. I couldn't fall asleep due to excitement. I don't know why I was excited. Maybe because I was officially alone and away from my old life. This was the start to a new chapter. I'm seventeen years old in the U.S military. I haven't thought of that. Now is the time when I actually have to grow up. Holy shit. "Attention everyone, we have officially landed in San Antonio Texas. It is currently midnight here. Enjoy your stay here and thank you for flying with us." I could hear the pilot announce. People are starting to leave one by one until eventually it is time for my row to exit the plane. I grab my bag with a quarter of my wardrobe in there and start to walk down the aisle.