Until Next Time...

Airport

As uncle Bob and I got closer to the airport I got more nervous.I was ready to leave ths duty places it was unreal. Then I was nervouse about going to places I dont know. Nervous about seeing my dad for the first time.

As I was getting my ticket my phone went off.

Bzzzz bzzzzz bzzz bzzzzzzz
Father Hey, baby girl. I hope you have safe trip here. I wont be able to meet you at the airport when you get here but ill have someone to pick you up. His name will be Max Control his a nice kid. He'll take you to the house and help you anyway. Ill be there about noon okay sweety?
Me okay thank you. Ill see you when I get there. I just got my ticket and about to bored the plane. Love you:)
Father You too.

My father never really text me. When he does it wired.

As I walk down the air plain to find my sit I grab my notbook from my bag. You could call it a journal or whatever. Anyways I fant my sit. The fly attendant came by and asked if I meeded anything I said no. I sat there going tho my notbook. I came across something I wront when I was in nine grade at Bonneville High.

" Depressed?
Did you just ask me what depressed means to me?
It's like a noose around my neck that slowly grows tighter everytime I try to fight for my life Ita like the monsters my parents warned me about when I was younger.under my bed or in my closet but they were in my head the whole time. Its trip. "

I remember when I wrote it. I remember why I wrote it too. I always got made fun off. It hurt. The girls would always call me names and the boys would laughs at me the worst part about it all my sister was right beside them. That when it got to me.

Miss. Miss Smoothly fly attendant said. I looked up at her. She told me that we made it. That we are finely here. Here in L.A. I finely put my notbook away and stood up and grab my bag walked off the plain. As I walked off I saw the most beautiful places ever....