It's been 3 hours since his flight took off,and I haven't heard from him. I was beginning to worry about him. Maybe it for delayed,maybe the flight is longer than 3 hours. Why am I worrying so much? He's a grown man,he's alright.
I sat on my couch and watched the news. I was starting to get bored,so I made some tea. As I was in the kitchen, I heard something about a plane crash on the way East.
Oh no. My heart sunk. I dropped my tea mug and it shattered into a million pieces onto the floor. I ran to the phone,stepping onto the broken glass. I didn't care. All I cared about was making sure he was okay.
Was Andrew on that flight? Oh my god I have to call him. I dialed his cell number, but after 2 rings, the line went dead. I called him again and again.
"No no no this isn't happening. No no no!" I said out loud to myself. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry i wanted to walk to New York, just to make sure he was okay. I went into my room and changed. Just as I was changing,my phone rang. I ran into the living room. It was an unknown number. I declined it and went back to my room. The phone rang again. Same number. Oh my god! It was getting obnoxious. I declined it again, but they called again. This time I answered.
"Hello?" I said in a snappy tone.
"Hey, I'm watching the news and-"
"Who is this?" I said interrupting him.
The man on the other line laughed, "it's me."
"Andrew!" I yelled with a sigh of relief.
"Hey. My cell went dead and I'm watching the news,and I knew you would worry. So I'm calling you from the plane's cell. We're almost there. These time zones are weird,it's 4:30 over here,and it's only what, 1:30 in Cali?"
I laughed and said, "yeah. Just about."
"I'll call you when I get to my apartment. Love you,bye."
"Love you too. Bye." I said as I hung up.
A huge rush of relief ran through my veins.
I grabbed my journal and wrote;
Dear Diary,
Andrew left this morning. It was so hard for me and him. He just called me and he is almost landing. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself for a whole year. I can't wait to see him around Christmastime, even though that's 6 months. On Christmas, he will only have 6 more months. Well I can't wait till Christmas!
Haha well, I might write again later,
Xoxo,Lauren.
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