I sighed with relief as I finally reached the gate. Boarding was in 20 minutes, and I was already running late. The man driving the taxi had taken the wrong turnoff, going towards the domestic airport and not the international. Then somebody decided to run a red light and ended up crashing into an oncoming car, which is why the usual 20 minute drive between airports took about an hour.
When I had taken this job, my parents hadn't been too happy. I was moving across the world to live at an Indian reservation called 'La Push'. Once there, I would enjoy the summer holidays before starting my new teaching job at the primary school. Or as they call it in the USA 'Elementary'.
I guess that the Forrest Gump theory of "life is like a box of chocolates, you never know which one you are going to get" (or whatever the saying is) does work, in its own mysterious ways. I wanted to be more spontaneous and have a little adventure in my life. I was bored and waiting for something to happen. Then this job came along and…KABOOM, everything fell into place!
I have only been teaching for one year, and although I am saving up for a house, this was an opportunity that I couldn't pass up. A fantastic job in a different country and a house that came with the job.
I guess my parent were worried about me. I am the baby of the family, but they have always said I am the more grounded one – I am not one for going out to get drunk every weekend and going to big booze ups. Most people I know, as soon as they turned 18 they became semi-alcoholics.
"BING BONG" the perfect fifth chimed and a voice came over the intercom "Ladies and gentlemen, flight NZ-3215 to Washington is now boarding. Rows 53-49 please get ready to board the plane".
I stood up, boarding pass in hand, bracing myself for the big rush. Although I am right at the back, there is always at least one person who stands in the middle of the aisle trying to cram the suitcase they should have checked in, into the overhead lockers.
When I finally reached my seat, I sat down with a sigh; it looked like an empty flight so I got the window, middle and aisle seat to myself.
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This is my first story on here. I would love to hear thoughts, feelings, ideas...anything. Also if the grammar is a little off...I can't help it! I am a teacher, so it shouldn't be too bad :D
I can't decide - Paul or Seth. I kind of like Seth - he is sweet, always laughing/smiling. Plus - he would be around 20ish in this story...:) Character is from NZ (like me) and probably rocking the Audrey Tautou look..except with longer hair. Name will probably be Audrey too. Not too sure.
This story is kind of last minute, wrote it this morning and uploading it on here as a whim - so I apologise for not having any of the finer details down!
BTW, I don't own Forrest Gump (just to be safe :D).
