A is for Alaska
Alaska's POV
Silently we stood there, waiting. My father held my hand gently. It was a while since he ever did this, so naturally, I was a little nervous. He had woken me up early in the morning to take the next red-eye flight to a place called New York. We were there to meet with someone who had apparently worked very close with my father in the past. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but my father quickly squeezed my fingers. I closed my mouth. Waiting in some sort of conference room, I jumped back slightly at the sound of crashing and fast talking. The door swung open, and a man wearing a dark brown bomber jacket over what appeared to be an Air Force uniform stumbled through. This almost felt like déjá vú.
"Aaahhh, sorry I'm late! I set my alarm clock wrong and when I woke up and left and I almost ran out of gas in my car then I realized that I skipped breakfast so I stopped to get a burger and there were like a gajillion cars–"
He stopped and looked at me. I can feel my father's hand on my back. The strange man stared at me like he had just saw two cats dance with each other. Out of nowhere, the man threw his arms around me in a tight hug.
My eyes widened. "A–America?" Upon saying this, he became ecstatic.
"You remember me?"
"Yes… a little. Wait, what's going on?"
I can see my father walk out of the room.
"Didn't you hear? You're one of my states now."
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