Home Sweet Home
Well, I've got my ticket and I leave in two hours. Fifteen minutes later I find myself riding shot-gun in the car, on my way to the airport. I am already starting to feel homesick. This can't be good. But I'm so excited too! I, I, I don't know what to do.
As my 'father' and wait in the terminal he turns to me, "Are you REALLY sure? That THIS is what you WANT? I mean, you still have about forty-five minutes to make up your mind!" I looked up at him and I saw worry and sadness in his brown eyes.
"Yes, I AM sure that THIS is what I WANT. You know I'll return! C'mon, didn't I promise you a couple of days ago? Don't worry, I"ll be fine." I looked away so that I wouldn't feel his sadness and worry.
"I remember. Okay." Forty minutes later they called up group A 36-50, I was number A37 so I got into the line and the lady at the front checked my boarding pass. good thing I was riding Southwest Airlines- meaning I can pick my own seat. I sat down in the seat that was right over the wing- a window seat too. Someone has told me that if you sit right above the wing, it'll be a smoother flight, I thought to myself. I was glad that since I chose where I was sitting that I would sit alone... I guess I was wrong. I mean I did have two other seats right next to me. I saw these two other teenage girls walk down the aisle, since those seats were the last two, the girls sat down right next to me. One of the girls had long brown hair with red streaks in it, she was wearing hot pink skinny jeans and a black, white, and striped spaghetti-strapped shirt. The other girl, who was much taller than the other girl, had medium length blond hair with bright orange side-bangs (interesting), she wore a short-ish blue skirt, with a v-neck yellow shirt. They looked like total opposites, but they were chatting like best friends... well they probably were. Ha.
Man, I'm tired, maybe I'll sleep for a little bit. Just until we reach Idaho.... huh, where am I? California already! Wow, I've got to get off this plane. Right as I stepped outside a burst of heat hit me in the face. I hope it isn't this hot all the time. I look around and see people everywhere. I'm so glad I made this decision. I'm going to live in a HUGE house with celebrities, Nicole and Brad Winston to be exact, my parents! Eep and boys, Californian boys, but the girls, what will they be like?
Well I know EXACTLY what Californian girls are like, just like the obnoxious ones on the plane. I could tell they were Californian- they had that tan to them. Welcome home, obnoxious rich girls, welcome home. I looked around the airport, not knowing what my real parents look like up close. I turn around and see two policemen standing behind me holding a sign that said: Cordelia Winston, on it. Oh my gosh my family is so rich, they got me escorts! I walk up to them and told them that I am Cordelia.
They drove me in their sort-of-souped-up Los Angeles Sheriff police car. It was a nice ride. I mean like a soft leather, non-pot-holey, 'I don't feel like a criminal in this car' kind of ride. I felt so rich just being in the car. About a half hour later we arrive at a twenty-five foot tall building, I think they call it a house. It just seems to big to be called someone's home! It was a tall, stone house with giant windows all over. I can't wait to see inside! The policemen escort me to the front door, ring the doorbell, give me my luggage, and drive off. What police officers they are. A tall, scrawny looking man opens the door. He looks me up and down and steps out and picks up my luggage, and then he just closes door in my face. These people are my parents? Then approximately two minutes later, he comes back and opens the giant cherry oak door. "Sorry about that, Cordelia. I just had a few last minutes adjustments for your room to be done. I should've let you in. I'm very sorry, well come along now. Let's get inside, it's eighty-six degrees out here!"
He showed me around the house, it was the biggest house I have ever seen! They have a gourmet kitchen with a huge fridge, three different ovens, two microwaves, a huge built in dishwasher, two sinks (one on each side of the kitchen), a five foot island in the middle, and a huge mahogany table that seats about twenty people! The man helped me carry up the rest of my luggage to my room. "This is where you will be... I hope you like it!" We walk into a room that could fit the same kind of table in their kitchen, in my room! The walls were my favorite kind of cotton-candy blue.
"I love it!" I told him. I went and sat on my king-sized bed, "....luxury." I mumbled as he walked out of my room. Complete luxury. Oh, and by the way that skinny man was their butler not my dad. I can't wait to meet them.