Wherever, Whenever
By: Manda Merea'
© 2002 - 04
Chapter IIt was my first time on an airplane before, taking me from my home, and making the ground look as I never saw it before. We flew threw the white, fluffy clouds, and looked down at the patch work that was the ground. I had only been a few states away from Ohio before, and I was completely anxious and nervous in the beginning, though I never would let it show to my best friend, who was with me on my trip, our trip, to New York. Now of course, it wasn't a long trip, but it was just the two of us, with money we earned, saved, and are now using how we wanted. To be honest, I had just gotten a driver's license less than a year before, and figured the plane couldn't lose us.
"Ariel, are you sure we're goin' the right way?" Julia asked while keeping pace with me. She was wearing her outfit, picked out just for the flight. It was a thin, tan top with sleeves that just stopped short of her whole shoulder. In beads it said, "Let's talk about me." She was wearing jeans as well, tight, and very dark, stretch denim. Her straight blonde hair was perfectly pulled back in a ponytail, and her bangs were evenly parted and swept to both side. She had a tan color of eye shadow behind her azure eyes. I looked at her long, bemused, tan face. Her voice was eager. She shitted her yellow backpack onto her back. I didn't answer; we stopped in front of a tall, narrow, middle aged man. He was dressed in a cobalt blazer, too big for him. His hair was slicked back, silver hairs shown through the jet-black strains.
"Excuse me Sir. Are we going the right way?" I asked while showing him my ticket, which he received, and read. I waited for reply, for the heat in my body was rising after asking the question. He pointed and said a few words. We thanked the man and went in that direction. After the usual procedures before boarding were done we found our seats, mine blue, hers red. She reached into her bag and took out her silver disk man. I did the same, with the exception, of a book as well. The book was by Paul Richard Evans, he wrote kind of inspirational, feel good kind of stuff. We settled into the seats, and tightened our belts. We have shared many experiences on trill rides and such. We looked at each other and did what we always do before we start on something that could possibly on some off chance be the end of one of us. We say "Kiss, kiss, hug, hug." It had started out as a joke, but any time we feel nervous, or feel the need of some help we always do that, know what really means.
"What are you readin' now?" Julia asked me.
I flipped to the hardback cover. "Timepiece. It's the second of three that my mom thought I'd like. This one is set in around 1873 to so far 1913. Perfect dates don't you think? I mean you have a little bit of Newsies time, Titanic, and Victorian. Coolie huh?" I joked with her.
Julia takes it and flipped some pages. "No pictures. No Mush. No good," she laughed.
The flight began and we started to relax. Julia listened to the latest Eminem CD and I read and listened to the Newsies soundtrack. It was perfect. I was finally going to New York, Manhattan to be exact. There was so much I wanted to see. So much from Newsies, just so much history was waiting for someone to appreciate it. My eagerness was over coming the part of me that was slightly terrified of being in a place I had never been before. I had, had a love for Newsies ever since I watched the movie in the eighth grade in music class. I had become so infatuated with them that I researched and read up on everything pertaining to them, and the time, which I already had a fondness of. I even had on my gray newsboy cap as I was flying to New York. It covered my think, frosted brunette hair, that was set in big curls mostly at the side of my face. I was wearing my fitting, black dress pants, which had four buttons, two opposite of each other just below the waist in the front, with a white dress top that buttoned down the front, with short sleeves that cuffed up just above the elbow. I chose a gray hat, because a friend said the gray brought out my chestnut eyes.
Julia took off her headphones at one point during our flight. "What was that?" She grabbed my arm tightly. I had noticed something as well, but figured it must just be us, paranoid.
"I don't know probably nothing. The caption or someone would have said if there is something wrong."
"You think something's wrong?" Her voice sounded panicky.
"No, I mean," I tried to think of something quick, not to worry her, "there must not be, because no one has said anything."
As if a curl joke, "This is your caption speaking," I don't remember the rest. Obviously it wasn't that we were just experiencing some turbulence.