I hate riding planes. I hate all the people cramped into one tiny space, i hate being high up in the air, i hate feeling suffocated into one seat. if it was my choice i would've taken a car but of course that would've been crazy considering i'm going from texas to New York.
I was grateful when the pilot said we were landing, i couldn't take another second of being on this monstrosity. My aunt texted me and told me she had her personal driver waiting to pick me up when i got off. it seemed a bit odd considering i could've called a uber to her place, but it was to much of trying to convince her so i let it go.
When my dad died a month ago, my aunt insisted i come stay at her place. i don't really know why considering i'm a 22 year old women who could support and take care of herself, but i'm guessing she just needed the company, so i agreed.
when the plane landed i quickly grabbed my luggage just longing to smell fresh air. as soon as i got out i saw the driver my aunt sent. He was tall with grey hair, he looked like he was in his 60s. He was holding a sign with big, bold, black letters that read "i'm here for Freya Johnson."
i slowly walked up to him and introduced myself, "Hi i'm Freya, you must be the driver my aunt sent, that i didn't really ask for..."
"oh hello Freya, i'm Carl, here let me take your bags and we'll get going" he said in a really deep, thick Irish accent.
"alrighty" i responded.
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When we got in the car i quickly relaxed myself, my back aching from being on the plane for so many hours.
Carl said we wont arrive to my aunts house for another two hours so i guess i have time to rest up before i see her.
While i closed my eyes i couldn't help the circulating thoughts i had. Would i adapt here in New York? Would i enjoy it here? Will life be the same without my dad?
I was quickly snapped out of the trance when Carl called,"Freyaaaaaa, we are almost there darling."
"alright," i responded, still feeling tired. i barely open my eyes and i look out the window, noticing how beautiful the city is.
hm, maybe i wont hate it here after all....
Or so i thought....
a/n: okay guys this is my first time writing a story, not to mention i can barely even write, so i'm trying my hardest and if you have any critiquing let me know.
bye for now:)