Love James - Part 2

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I maneuvered my way carefully through the crowded airport to where my family was standing, waiting for me to return from the washroom. I handed them each the chocolate bar they asked for from the gift shop, and sat down next to my dad, across from my mom and sister.

I remarked once again the intense similarities among our family.

Seeing my mom and Holly sitting next to each other, it was impossible not to point out each and every trait my sister inherited from our mother. Her thick, almost black hair, her tallness, her bright green eyes, and a businesslike fashion; she got it all from our mom.

I, on the other hand, looked like my dad.

We were both slightly shorter than others, with dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes. We both had full lips, and long eyelashes.

My thoughts were interrupted by the loud voice on the speaker announcing the next flight; the flight to Paris.

My parents stood up, and quickly grabbed all their bags. They shuffled over to us, slowly from the weight of the luggage, and gave us both quick hugs. I knew that if they had the chance, they would have given us more of a goodbye, but they had to hurry, not wanting to miss their plane.

“Holly, Grace. I want you girls to know, I’m going to be thinking of you the entire trip. Grace, I want you to enjoy every minute of your time with Penelope, and Holly, good luck living on your own.”

My mom tried to fit a long goodbye into a few sentences, but stopped, seeing the look on my dad’s face.

“Amy, I’m sorry, but we really have to go. The plane’s not going to wait for us.”

“I know, I know,” sighed my mom. She gave us each one last kiss on the cheek, and disappeared around the corner.

My dad started to leave, then stopped and turned around.

“I really am going to miss you girls,” he said, and dropped his stuff to come hug us.

“We’re going to miss you too, dad,” I whispered into his ear.

My mom walked back from around the corner.

“Are you coming, Chris?” she asked, almost irritably, but still smiled.

And that was it; that was the last time I was going to see my parents for a year. I fought back the tears that were once more threatening me, because I knew that I couldn’t afford to lose myself now, when I hadn’t even boarded the plane yet.

Holly and I sat in silence until my flight was announced, holding hands and sharing a sisterly bond that we were both going to miss immensely.

I gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, and followed the other passengers onto the airplane.

I found my seat, and quickly settled in, waiting for the long flight to begin, and finish.

“Attention all passengers, we will soon be arriving in Ambeus. Please secure all seat belts and remain in your seats.”

I sat up straight, and stretched my arms, anxious to arrive. After five hours of watching the most boring TV shows on the scratchy television in front of me, I couldn’t wait to stretch my legs and get to my new home.

The airplane began descending, and I nudged the man sleeping against the window in the seat beside mine. He grunted, and then stretched, shoving his arm right in front of my face, which made me only more willing to leave.

He eventually noticed this, mumbled ‘sorry’, and began humming. I knew that if this flight did not end soon, I would start yelling.

We finally landed on the ground, and I quickly stood up at first chance. I stretched my legs, like so many around me, snatched up my carry on and all but ran into the airport.

Outside, I scanned the parking lot in search for my silver Honda Civic. I had given it to a friend of my mother’s, who was planning on renting a car to drive here so she could purchase her own from the next town over. We had found it as the perfect opportunity, she could save the money it would have cost her to rent one, and we wouldn’t have to pay for a service to take it here. The catch was, she left two months before I did.

I finally found it, parked in the corner beside the fence, caked with dirt and mud from the cars driving past it in the rain.

I almost ran to it, having missed my car so much, and being able to drive myself.

I unlocked the driver’s door, and began to get inside, when I remembered my bags inside. I sighed, got out and locked the door, and trudged back to the airport to retrieve my duffel bag.

After waiting for the slow belt to go around the track about five times, me missing each one due to the crowd of people standing in front of me, I finally reached it, all the people having already gotten theirs, and left, and returned gleefully to my car.