It is one thing to say you'll make it by seven and totally another thing to actually be there by seven. I bring to you, people, the story of how I missed my flight to freedom.
So Andrea, my excuse of a cousin, offered to help me get my 'flight ticket to freedom' as I fondly call it; you'll know why along the lines of this perfect tale. I was too busy taking care of other important things that I 'almost' forgot to get them - yh, almost, not like he reminded me or anything. So he volunteered to help get them for me, and I gladly accepted, making me more frustrated. Can you believe that this guy got me tickets to a flight that leaves by seven, and there's literally nothing I can do about it? I mean, this is the twenty-first century; who still gets tickets to a flight that leaves by seven A.M. in the morning. I'm stranded here, and that alone makes me wanna strangle him. But then again I can't cause I'll go to jail, that's if my aunt doesn't lay her hands on me first.
I couldn't sleep all night as I had been fantasising on my soon-to-be freedom and all I could do now that I can make decisions for myself. It wasn't until 2 A.M. that I was able to sleep a wink, and now this - it's already 6:45, and I still can't find the other pair of my shoe. Was this the universe's way of telling me that I am bound to live a life controlled by my parents with zero freedom at all and no chances of doing stuff without being snitched on by my stupid cousin? Now I'm gonna miss my flight, and it's all because of him. I'm sure this is payback for putting hair remover in his toothpaste.
"Oh, finally!" I exclaimed as I found the second pair of my Louis Vuitton leather boots under my bed - how did it get there?🤔🙃 Putting it on, I quickly grabbed my luggage and quickly dashed out of the room, heading for the stairs. You know, I'm actually very proud of my family's wealth and all, but on days like these, I actually regret living in such a big house. I mean, do they really have to build so many stairs for just one house? Like, what if there was an emergency or something - the victim would likely die and resurrect five times before they even go halfway.
"Sir Jerry!" I screamed at the top of my voice as I ascended the stairs.
"Philip!" I yelled again as I looked all over for them, my patience growing thin. Great, now both our butlers were missing - they're always nowhere to be found when you need them the most.
"Could you please keep it down a little; some of us are trying to concentrate?" came the annoying voice of the one person I hoped not to meet this 'perfect' morning. Turning around, I sighted him as he sat on his mat performing 'yoga'.
"Buzz off, Andrea!" I replied sharply at him as I rolled my eyes, still searching for any signs of our ever-ready butlers. "Yes, miss Eloise, I heard you call from the kitchen," Butler Philip stated. "Yes, please get my luggage and put them in the car, will you? And make it snappy because I'm in a bit of a hurry." I stated, staring at my wristwatch as I made my way to the dining area.
"Mum, Dad," I called as I gave each of them a brief kiss on the cheek. "You're leaving already?" came the voice of Mum. Yh, thanks to your nephew Andrea. "Yes, Mum, I have to catch my flight early." "Well, at least have breakfast with us, Cielo Mia," came Dad's deep voice.
"I would love to, but I really can't; I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I can't afford to miss my flight." I stated as a matter of fact. " In that case, you better be on your way now. I and your mother would have loved to see you off, Cielo Mia, but we have an urgent shareholders' meeting to attend to. And remember, no late-night outings, drinking, partying, or any of that sort..."
"Until you're married!" I chorused with him - these lines never get old. "Exactly. And lastly but not the least, no dating till you're 20." He stated firmly.
"Seriously, Dad, you have got to take a chill pill. I'm not gonna do any of those things, okay? Not like having fun is necessary in my adolescence or anything." I stated bluntly.
"I'm serious, Eloise, promise me you won't do any of those things I mentioned, okay?... Okay." "Fine, fine, Dad, I promise. Happy now?" I answered in surrender, but not without crossing my fingers behind my back. Don't judge me, okay? I can't help it; living in bondage isn't anyone's dream in life now, or is it? Even if it is, it definitely isn't mine.
"Bye, Dad, bye, Mum. Love you," I yelled as I rushed out. "Love you too, darling," they chorused as I dashed out of the house.
The ride to the airport was smooth but rather rushed, and we got there in like 20 minutes because we left early enough not to get caught up in traffic, on a normal day, that is. As soon as I alighted from the car, I ran with all my might with the speed of a starved jaguar descending on its prey. Getting to the check-in counter, I quickly submitted my documents. As soon as I collected my boarding pass, I dashed out to go process my luggage and then headed for the security checks.
It was during the check that I heard the announcer say that the plane had taken off. I literally froze for a moment there, as I pondered on the implications of what I just heard. I felt like crying and giving up. This was worse than a bad hair day or having lice two days to my hair conditioner photo shoot. I felt defeated and utterly suffocated, before it hit me. He said California, but then I was heading to Italy... I mean, those were two different places, right. Having renewed hope, I literally ran to the gate, presented my boarding pass to the agents, and boarded the plane. Victory!!! Hehehe!
The flight is to take about 8 hours and 45 minutes... like, what am I supposed to be doing for so long? And the fact that I wasn't boarding first class was unacceptable, like seriously, economy class. Way to go, Andrea; you might have won the battle, but I'm definitely gonna win the war. The only thing that wasn't off about this flight is the cute hottie seated next to me. He was blonde and cute, and I really wanted to start off a conversation with him, but he wasn't helping matters as he had earplugs on and kept staring out the window. Hott!!
Shifting uncomfortably, I 'accidentally' dropped my phone on the floor, right next to his foot, or literally on his feet, but it wasn't to gain his attention, I promise. He bent down to pick it up and handed it over to me. I smiled as I took it from him.
"Thanks," I muttered with the sweetest voice I could muster, but nothing prepared me for the shock I got from what happened next. He smiled at me. Don't get me wrong; I wasn't shocked because of the smile, no, totally not. I was shocked because of what accompanied the smile - his dentition was... was... awful. He had braces on. It would have been better if it was just the braces; his two front teeth were missing, and his teeth were brown in color. His braces looked like he's had them on for six straight months. They looked so dirty and unkempt. And don't let me get started on the smell; it was awful. I'm sure if he spat into a river, all the fishes in it would die of poisoning. My only hope was that he would turn around and mind his business like he was doing before, or else I might not survive this. But he wasn't, oh no, what have I done? Please don't talk to me; please don't talk to me!
"Hi there, I'm Josh," came his tiny voice. Wait, was he gay or what? Like, how can a guy's voice be so... weird. "Eloise," I muttered flatly, as I tried to shift my nose away from the pungent odor emitting from his mouth. Trying my best not to snap at the unfortunate soul. "Eloise, a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. You know, I'm not good with conversations, so this is kinda new to me," he explained. Well, I can see why. Or rather, smell why. But I couldn't say that out loud in order not to hurt his feelings. "Yh, me too, and I'm not sure I'm ready to engage in one if you don't mind," I answered, trying my best to sound as polite as possible.
I watched as a sad look crossed his eyes before he turned to his side. "Sure," he muttered sadly as he put on his earplugs. I felt really bad for a moment, but then again, there are some things you don't have to actually put up with just because you don't wanna hurt someone else's feelings. I've got to look out for myself first.
As I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but think about how my day had gone so far. I had almost missed my flight, dealt with my annoying cousin, and now I was stuck on a plane with a guy who had the worst teeth I had ever seen. I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping that the rest of the flight would be uneventful.
But as I drifted off to sleep, I was jolted awake by the sound of Josh's annoying voice. "Hey, Eloise, can I ask you something?" he said, his tiny voice piercing through the air.
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a curious expression. Seriously? Go away dude. "What is it?" I asked, trying my best to sound friendly.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his weird question. "Uh, no," I replied, trying to hide my skepticism.
Josh looked disappointed, but he quickly recovered. "Oh, okay. Well, I do," he said, a smile spreading across his face, desplaying his 'perfect'set up teeth. "And I think I might be falling in love with you "
My jaw dropped as I stared at him in shock. Was this guy for real right now? I can't believe what I'm hearing, like this must definitely be a joke. But no it wasn't... definately not. Ever so slowly, the freak leaned in closer to me. Was he trying to...kiss me?
'Ewwwwwww' 🤢