Travelers Club 101

Chapter One: Pack Everything in Sight

Wavryn

Why is it always me that ends up with the things opposite of what I want? I want a nice, quiet morning? My mentally unstable cat decides it's a good day to roll in glue and get stuck to the wall.

I sigh as I look at my cat, Fandango. His name means nonsense or tomfoolery, I think it fits him perfectly.
I sigh again, Dango turns his head to look at me curiously. Probably wondering why I haven't unglued him from the wall yet.

"You do know your mentally unstable right Dango?" I swear he smirks at me. I pour the glue remover over him, then grab the wads of paper towels and wipe everything up. It takes me almost 2 hours but I finally get all of the glue off the wall and Dango. Once I finally set him down, he trots off like nothing happened. That darn cat, he's probably going to try and eat the fish in the neighbors pond again.

Once I clean myself up and get dressed, I glance at the clock. I jump at the time. I have ten minutes to get to work. I throw on my brown cowboy boots and sprint out the door. I honk on the way out of my drive way, letting Dango know he's alone. Stupid picky cat, always has to know where I am.

I make it to the small Cupcake cafe I work in with 2 minutes to spare. I walk inside just as my boss comes out from the back. Margie Brown is a middle aged woman who looks like she should be on some Paris runway, not owning a small cupcake cafe in the middle of nowhere California. She has beautiful blonde hair down to her shoulders, and an hour glass figure that looks amazing on her petite body. She's short but that just makes her seems cuter. She's single too, so she attracts a lot of the male population to her store. Next to her I look like I just walked off the streets. My mousy brown hair doesn't glow like hers and it's down to my butt in untamable waves. I'm tall for my age, I've always been tall, my legs are long and gangly not shaped like other tall girls and maybe if I had a figure I could be seen as willowy but I don't. My eyes are a dull green not a piercing blue like hers. But I'm fine with how I look, I know I could never look like girls like Margie, so I excepted it.

She beams as I walk in and I give her a small smile.

"How's Dango today? He didn't jump off the roof again did he?" She teases me as she turns on the cash register. I smile and chuckle as I make my way around the counter to put my stuff away.

"No today he decided he was going to glue himself to the living room wall." She gasps and starts laughing.

"You know for a girl who plans out everything. I don't know how well you planned out Dango." She chuckles as I put my head in my hands and groan teasingly. We talk for a couple more minutes before she heads to the back to start baking. Margie may be beautiful but her cupcakes are the best anywhere, I've never tasted a cupcake as perfect as hers. Maybe that's why she's not in the modeling business, I couldn't see her in it anyway, she's too nice.

The day passes like any other, males of all ages come in and flirt with Margie. Like everyday she's nice but she doesn't flirt back. Some guys come up to me but they just order something, they don't flirt with me, not like I expected it anyway, the only time a guy would look at me is when I'm making a fool out of myself. At the end of the day, I wave to Margie as I take my leave. I have a busy night ahead, of packing and planning. I'm going to visit my parents in New York. They were living closer to me, but suddenly they just up and moved to New York. They've always been like that, my whole life they would just randomly uproot our whole family and move us across the country. I could never understand it, but then again I was always the strange one in my family. My mom and dad are both artists, my grandma is the most adventurous person I've ever met, my cousins all travel the world in varying professions and my aunt and uncle are unbelievably rich inventors. You could say my family had really developed right side brains. Being the only child you'd think I would be overloaded with creativity, but no. I'm about as creative as a doorknob, I follow schedules, I make lists and I don't do anything impulsively. How I came from my family? I will never know.

I honk once before I get out of the car. I open the door and Dango practically flies at my face. Instead he lands on my shoulder and curls around my neck, laying out like a scarf. Dango is a skinny but very long-and I mean long-brown and black tabby cat. I scratch his head as I set my bag down. When I walk into the kitchen he jumps down and onto the counter. Going over to his food bowl and wait patiently. No matter how much this cat eats, he's always hungry and he never gets fat. I feed him some grilled salmon- darn picky cat- and sit down on the couch. I already packed my bag, planning for every possible kind of weather or emergency I could be faced with on the three day long train ride across America. I pull up my itinerary for the trip on my laptop. Checking it one more time, I close my laptop and put it away, finally having the chance to fall into dreamland. I don't know why but I'm jumpy about this trip, I feel like something's coming.