i"August 15, 2003 - 6:39 PM
Sometimes life is weird. You can be totally content with your life - have a great boyfriend, cool parents, awesome friends - and suddenly everything changes. These changes can be brought about by another person, a bizarre event, or just maturation. Sometimes these changes are good, other times they suck."/i
Closing her journal, she stared at nothing out the airplane window. A haphazard strand of deep brown hair fell forward into her face, hiding for just a moment one of her striking emerald eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about the events of the past two weeks. She wiped them away quickly before the overly helpful flight attendant could ask her for the millionth time if she was feeling alright.
Leaning down, she pulled her backpack up into her lap. She reached into it and withdrew the pictures of the people she was going to live with. The first was a photograph of four people smiling in front of a Christmas tree. It was actually one of those photo-Christmas cards that had a cheesy message along the side in golden cursive writing. This one said "May the Christmas season fill you with joy! Love Sam, Jo, Lizzie and Matt." She ran her fingers over the picture and smiled to herself. They looked so happy, so complete. She had not actually seen them since she was only six years old, and now she was going to live with them.
She flipped through the pictures in her hand, stopping at one that Jo had sent to her mother that past spring. Lizzie was standing in between a boy and a girl, all three smiling and holding up their junior high diplomas. Flipping the picture over, she reread the words in Jo's handwriting for about the tenth time: "Gordo, Lizzie and Miranda. Junior High Graduation. June 2002."
The pilot's voice came over the intercom saying that they would be landing in fifteen minutes and that it was now time to put your seats and tray tables in the upright position. The girl slid the photographs and her journal back into her backpack and placed it on the ground. She glanced out the window and watched the green landscape get closer and closer, until she could make out distinct buildings and cars. The plane finally landed and she gathered her things to exit the plane.
Walking off the plane, she walked off to one side, put her backpack down, and searched the terminal for her new family.
Sometimes life is weird. You can be totally content with your life - have a great boyfriend, cool parents, awesome friends - and suddenly everything changes. These changes can be brought about by another person, a bizarre event, or just maturation. Sometimes these changes are good, other times they suck."/i
Closing her journal, she stared at nothing out the airplane window. A haphazard strand of deep brown hair fell forward into her face, hiding for just a moment one of her striking emerald eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about the events of the past two weeks. She wiped them away quickly before the overly helpful flight attendant could ask her for the millionth time if she was feeling alright.
Leaning down, she pulled her backpack up into her lap. She reached into it and withdrew the pictures of the people she was going to live with. The first was a photograph of four people smiling in front of a Christmas tree. It was actually one of those photo-Christmas cards that had a cheesy message along the side in golden cursive writing. This one said "May the Christmas season fill you with joy! Love Sam, Jo, Lizzie and Matt." She ran her fingers over the picture and smiled to herself. They looked so happy, so complete. She had not actually seen them since she was only six years old, and now she was going to live with them.
She flipped through the pictures in her hand, stopping at one that Jo had sent to her mother that past spring. Lizzie was standing in between a boy and a girl, all three smiling and holding up their junior high diplomas. Flipping the picture over, she reread the words in Jo's handwriting for about the tenth time: "Gordo, Lizzie and Miranda. Junior High Graduation. June 2002."
The pilot's voice came over the intercom saying that they would be landing in fifteen minutes and that it was now time to put your seats and tray tables in the upright position. The girl slid the photographs and her journal back into her backpack and placed it on the ground. She glanced out the window and watched the green landscape get closer and closer, until she could make out distinct buildings and cars. The plane finally landed and she gathered her things to exit the plane.
Walking off the plane, she walked off to one side, put her backpack down, and searched the terminal for her new family.