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<A> Chapter One

CHRISTINA

"Happy 23rd Birthday, Christina!"

I rented the entire club for myself tonight, "The house is all on me." I say to Damian, the bartender.

"Well, that's not surprising at all. It's been... what? Three years since you last came here?" he pries.

"Wow. I see someone's been counting," I reply raising my glass of tequila sunrise before leaving the bar.

I approach the table where Chelsea, Lincoln (Chelsea's new boyfriend who she met in college), Madeleine, Franco (Madeleine's not-so-bf), and Silvia were occupying.

"That's light," one of the boys tells me.

"I'm not planning to get myself drunk tonight," I say. "No one's waiting for me either."

Silvia, the single one besides me, sitting on the table jokes, "I second the motion," and we all raise our glasses up.

"This is quite a reunion party you've thrown for us, girlfriend!" Chelsea says on a piercing manner due to the loud music and I yell back at her, "I know it's been years."

"Well this is also another reason for you to celebrate. You're finally finished studying! Good for you!" Silvia then gives me a hug.

Seven years.... What did I do for the past seven years? Let's see.... College. Flying School. Yes.

I studied, majoring Physics, in Haverford University, Philadelphia for my first two years. I went back to the country after that and entered Aeronautical school. I studied Air Transportation.

After I graduated, I went to Singapore for flying school. And now, I'm finally done with college.

All I have to think of is work. A lot of work. Not in my family's company, of course, they don't force me to do things they know I don't want to do - and I'm not good at.

I was planning on entering the Air Force and become a fighter pilot. Not because oooh it sounds cool, nor is there any war. I don't really know either but I've always wanted to be one ever since Pearl Harbor? or National Geographic's show of Royal Air Force. I can't remember when actually.

I don't see any other reason for me to live in this world if I were to die up there. The air is so much closer to heaven. Not that I'm a loner or anything.

Being a pilot is in demand for these years, which makes a lot of money. And I need a lot of money (everyone does) for myself: to buy cars.

My dad lost some of the business cars when we were at downfall. Two vintage models of Volkswagen (for collection and display), a BMW, and an Audi. He didn't get it back because he said they were just cars. These cars were older than me, he had them his entire life.

We also lost some of our personal cars. Two of dad's collection: Porsche and Lamborghini. It was much more than that. He gave those cars up for me to be able to continue college and flying school since the business wasn't doing well at that time. I had to force him that I can just go back to the country to study, they were finally convinced but it was too late. The cars were all gone when I arrived. Now I want him to have it back.

I woke up to reality as Chelsea taps one of my knees since she was sitting on the seat across mine, "Girlfriend, where's your mind now?"

"Huh?" I snapped, "Nothing."

I forgot I invited the Chainsmokers over to DJ the party since they were in the country for their international tour. Where did I get money? My university gave me back the tuition fee I paid for since I was one of the soonest who was granted a Flying License. My dad told me to keep it when I offered it to him.