After finally turning eighteen, Aspen, and her best friend Margot, follow their dreams and travel to France. Leaving behind the only home they ever knew was difficult, but embarking on a new journey sounds too tempting.
Meeting some long-lost relat...
Julian, Margot, and I were currently putting our carry-ons in the glove compartment above our seats in the plane. I say seat, but really, we all had our own cubicles with beds and more than enough space. Our jaws practically hit the floor when Julian said we had first-class tickets.
"I hope this is all comfortable for you," Julian says while smoothing out his suit.
"Comfortable? I think the beds here are bigger than the ones at the orphanage," I say half-jokingly. Margot jumps into her cabin and stretches her arms wide as she lays on the soft silk linen.
"You said your dad sent us the wrong time before. Are you my cousin?" Margot asks.
"Yeah, welcome to the family, I guess. Dad said he wanted to be the one to explain everything when you arrive, but I'm glad to finally get to meet you," Julian replies with sincerity. I could almost catch a glimmer of excitement behind his hazel eyes.
Margot nods in return. I could tell she was still taking this transition hard. Yet, I couldn't blame her for being a little skeptical. It was quite odd for Margot to get a call from her uncle just days before turning eighteen. I wondered if there was a possible monetary heritage that she would be getting when she turned adult.
The cabin crew began going through the safety precautions, with life-vest demonstrations and everything else. My cubicle was across from Margots, and Julian's was on the other side of hers. I frowned slightly when Margot began putting on her earphones. I could tell Julian wanted to talk to her, but Margot wasn't the most sociable person to just anyone. She has her walls up high all the time. I would know. It took over two weeks of my bugging for her to warm up to me. A single chocolate bar was the cause for our friendship to bloom.
Liftoff was probably one of the most stressful moments of my life. I'm petrified of heights, and being in a flying metal object thousands of miles above the ground was not a situation I anticipated. Margot snickered from beside me as she witnessed my clawing of the armrests of the seat. My knees were held close to my body, and my eyes were bugging out. I almost threw up as my gaze shifted to the outside window. Seeing the small city in the distance and welcoming the deep dark ocean most certainly did not calm my nerves. I shut the window blinds almost immediately.
I closed my eyes and began taking deep breaths. I needed to focus on other things. I was finally starting to live my life. Margot and I were moving to France. She was going to reconnect with her family, and I would start saving for my dreams. I would get a job at a cafe, small shop, or anywhere that would hire me. I would spend my three years working, and then I could finally get to travel and see the world. I dreamed of climbing Mount Fuji, visiting the Giza Pyramids, and seeing the Volcano on Kilauea. Now, Aspen, you need to take a plane to do these things. So, suck it up! I reminded myself.
