"This place is soo big!" I exclaimed at the sight of the Philadelphia International Airport. It wasn't so much that the place was large, even though it is pretty big, but that it was very busy, but yet again around this time of year every airport is packed to the brim. I've been to John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York before but the few times my family ever traveled distances that required an airplane flight, our flight was either super early in the morning or the last flight to leave, which was usually somewhere between nine and eleven at night. But now it was just about two thirty and the place was packed to the brim with people commuting.
"Compared to many other airports that I've been to, this doesn't hold a candle in size," Benjamin informed as we continued to weave our way through all the twisted halls of the airport.
"Then you must travel a hell of a lot more than I do," I concluded, which ended up being the truth. "So, what happens now?"
"Well, we could get lunch here but anybody that's gone traveling knows that food at an airport costs almost twice as much as it would at the same place as soon as we step foot out of the airport," He began to trail off.
"We definitely wouldn't want that," I commented.
"Looks like I just got a text from my mom," Benji said as he pulled out his phone and checked his messages. I got a quick snoop at his messages and saw that he frequently communicated with his mother.
"Aw, you text your mom," I observed and awed over the fact. "That's soo sweet. Not many people do that anymore."
"I told you I was different," He felt the need to remind me.
"You've never been one to try to fit in with the crowd," I agreed. "So, what's the news?"
"The news was that my mom's right out in the car to pick us up by this entrance," Benji informed as we took yet another sharp turn to avoid being pummeled by the large swarms of people in a rush so they don't miss their flight. When Benji said right out he really meant right out. He hopped into the front passenger's seat of the first motor vehicle out there without a single doubt in his mind that that was his mother's car. Right before I was about to question him on if he was sure that this was his mom's car, he began to carry out a conversation with the driver. This answered my question, to say the least.
"Hello," Benji's mom greeted, a fairly large smile upon her face that was visible through the rear window.
"Hello Mrs. King," I returned, not being able to help but let a little smile creep upon my face. She had the same infectious smile that Benji did, this being where he had inherited it.
"Where would you like to stop for lunch?" She asked, this directed towards Benji. I was unfamiliar with this area because this was the first time I had been here while on the flip side, Benji grew up here. He was one of my greatest friends so I'm pretty sure he'd be able to pick a place that offered food that I liked.
"What are you in the mood for?" Benji asked me, talking about food.
"I'm so hungry I could eat just about anything but I would really like to shove some chicken down my throat," I answered.
"You got it," He replied.
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"I can't get over how delicious that sandwich was!" I exclaimed as the ride back to, where I at least assumed we were going, Benji's house.
"That restaurant has, like, the best chicken anything," Benjamin commented.
"If their buffalo wings are just a spicy version of that sandwich I will probably be bugging you to go there again," I informed.
"Then I guess I'll have to tolerate with your constant bugging then," I heard him mutter under his breath, this confirming my suspicions as well as answering my question. The car then took an almost violent turn and we soon found ourselves in the parking lot of the King's fair sized house.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Benji introduced in a nonchalant manner, as well as one that was meant for a comedic effect, having quoted a line from too many movies to count. His arms were thrown up in the air in a flamboyant fashion as well as a smile that stretched from one ear to the other plastered on his face. The slight smile that had appeared on my face courtesy of his mom's smile back at the airport continued to grow larger.
"Is this Alynne?" A different male voice asked, the owner soon emerged from the room that appeared to be the living area. The person was Benji's father.
"Hi," I said and the greeting was almost instantaneously returned to me.
"Ooh! Alynne's here!" Another female exclaimed from elsewhere, and the same story held for her, soon having come out of the living room "Hello Alynne, I'm Malena." Her arm was soon extended in my direction for a handshake. I took a slight grip on her hand and performed the traditional greeting gesture. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," I returned. After I had been introduced to every member of Benji's immediate family, there was a whirlwind of conversation from there. Despite not really being the biggest fan of giant conversations, mainly with people that I've just met, I actually quite enjoyed having a run-off-the-mill conversation with them, especially his sister Malena. She was just so kind and we had a lot in common so it was especially easy talking to her, but overall everyone had a happy-go-lucky persona to them. I can't help but wonder what kinds of conversation would occur at the table on Christmas Day.
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The Broken Mirror
Rastgele"Every broken mirror has a twisted reflection" Alynne Ramirez has a life that she never dreamed that she'd ever have. She's a successful model at a small agency and has been offered a transfer to one of the most popular firms in exchange for one sma...
