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A/N: Ok so I have decided not to make it a one-shot anymore! Hope you like the next chapter! RR please!
Riding on the plane was not the most exiting thing in my life. However, what came after that terrified me, and also made me ecstatic. Because of the rain, We had to wait 30 minutes before we could take off. I started reading what I have read many times, Pride and Prejudice. All of a sudden, some random guy sits down next to me.
"Hi. I'm John."
"Hi…." I say. This guy was a little perky….
"So, where are you headed?" he asked.
"Um you're on the flight too….shouldn't you know?" Couldn't this guy tell I was not in the mood?
"I meant why are you going there."
"Job." Maybe if I gave him short responses, he'll get the hint and shut up.
"Me too."
"Ok." So that plan didn't work…..
"What do you do?"
The words "what's it to ya" run through my mind….but I can't say that.
"I write."
"Author?"
"Reporter."
"Oh."
"What about you?" I'm curious to know what this guy who doesn't get subtle hints does.
"Same."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"The doors of the cabin are now closing. We are about to begin our flight. Please put all belongings under your seat and buckle your seat belts." The loudspeaker rings out.
"Finally…" I mumble.
"What?" John asks.
"Nothing." I quickly reply.
The flight continues smoothly. John and I talk most of the time, against my wishes but it's not like he was a total bore. He actually had some pretty interesting things to say about reporting. Eventually, we landed.
"Please wait until the plane comes to a complete stop before you unbuckle your seatbelt." The loudspeaker says.
"So, I'll see you later." John says.
"Yeah, ok." I reply.
"Bye."
"Bye."
I waited until the first crowd moved until I got up. I walked out of the gate, saw the airport. It was completely different. But I guess being a reporter; I would be seeing a lot of it. I grabbed a pretzel and an ice, I was starving. Like Luke said, the airplane food sucked. I miss Luke….and mom….and the rest of everybody. But, no time for thinking about that now. I have to get a cab. I went to the baggage claim, and got a taxi.
"Where are you headed to miss?" the driver asked.
"Star hills apartments." I said. I have already arranged for an apartment, unlike my mom's wishes for me to live in a motel for a month, then pick some crappy dirty apartment and live in it for the first few years.
The drive was slow, lots of traffic. It gave me time to think though. About home, my old home anyway. That sounded weird. My old home. Of what was my home for 22 years, was now called my old home. The north east. New England. Connecticut. Stars Hollow. I no longer live there. When I go there, I will be assumed as a visitor. Yale was different. I came home almost every weekend. It was usual. Now when will I have time to come home? 10 times a year? 5, 3, 2, 1? One?! I shuddered at the thought.
"Here we are miss."
"Thank you" I said, I paid him, registered at my new place, and walked up to my new home.
I walked up to the door. 108. My birth date. What do you know? I walk inside. The regular apartment furniture is already there.
"Hello home."
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