A/N- HEY wonderful people of the internet! So this has been buzzing around in my head for legit months, and I'm very happy to be sharing this story all of you! This is my first story on the site and I haven't shared any writing in over two years. So please don't judge!
I think that your past is a foretelling of what is to come. It has to do with the fact that the line between holding on and letting go
is blurred to the point when you can cross and not even know it. At least that is what this story says if you are wise enough to read between the lines. For Amelia Haslett, the line she has been toeing for the past 6 months is blurred so much that unknowing, she has crossed.
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This actually could be the worst thing I've done to myself. First of all, I'm moving my whole life to a completely different country, and I just had to take a plane, heights and small place filled with at least a hundred people (Sticky and smelly people). I think I am going to past out... I finish the sentence and close my notebook. Already having my earbuds in, I'm barely able to listen to the music. There is just too much on my mind, I know why I decided to move. I had a lot going for me or at least that's what I had thought. My boyfriend (Now, Very EX- boyfriend) decided that I had become to much of a buzzkill, dumped me and then if that wasn't enough hacked our schools twitter account. Which he used to post lies about me. It was tasteless but hell it got me go away as far away as I could illegally go. I gave him what he wanted.
I gaze out my window a little. The view from up here is amazing the clouds have a pink tint from the sunset, I close my eyes and the next thing I knew was the fight attendant was shaking me awake. I slightly open my eyes, only to look out the window and see my favorite weather rain! Perfect for being all cozy by the fire, catching up on reading.
"Miss we have landed in settle," The fight attendant said sweetly to me
"Thank you for waking me" I quickly reply as I get my things. It seemed as though I literality couldn't get off the plane fast enough. Which is true because they are a death machine you pay to ride in. Emily and my childhood partner in crime, Seth, were waiting for me. Out of everyone that I would be living and basically living with over the next year, Emily and Seth are the only ones I was looking forward to spending that much time with.
After breaking Olympic airport records of locating my suitcase and also getting it without any annoying people trying to tell me that I was taking their suitcase. I am far too experienced with airports for something like that to happen. The next leg of the race would to the hardest finding Emily and Seth. Not that this would be a challenge for a trained professional like I. But they could be anywhere. Though knowing Seth they would be close to food... I just need to see t-, I yelped being picked up off the ground and spun around in a circle.
" SETH!" I yell Excitedly, I turn around to face him and wow this kid has grown a lot. I being a sad little 5'2" short person, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Seth is now over 5'10" which is umm amazing and all but a little bit threatening to a someone's ego.
"Allie! You're here, I can't believe it! This is great, you are going to love it. Oh, this going to be the best senior year in the history of senior years!" Seth says at about a mile a minute. I laugh at his excited-ness.
Though our conversion is short lived when Emily almost squeezes my stuffing out.
"Em, it's so good to see you" I say
"Amelia, I'm so glad your here, honestly the wedding is 6 months and you still need to be fitted and there is so much to do still I ca-" Emily is cut off by Seth
"Serious, She moves here so you don't lose you mind and the first thing you talk about is the wedding!" Seth claims a little pissed about Em taking away my attention from him. Em rolls her eyes at his jealous behavior.
" Of course, Seth. You soo very right." Em's words are dripping with sarcasm. Seth huffs, taking my suitcase by the handle and starts strolls to the exit.
"Such Jealousy" Em says, we both look at each other and say together
"Boys"
We laugh all the way to the car, finally as we got a grip on ourselves, just as we reached Em's car. Seth had already loaded up my suitcase and was in the backseat sleeping.
Yes, this was going to a long year, indeed.
