Chapter One
I rolled down my window, feeling the cool breeze of the wind as the car cruised down the highway. We were on our way to Minnesota, leaving my beautiful city of Miami, Florida. I couldn't believe this was even happening to me! Goodbye soft, warm beaches. Hello frozen tundra.
I started slumping in my seat. I was holding a bouquet of flowers my best friends got me. Inside the packaging, there was a card. I read it to myself for the thousandth time: "Scarlett- We will miss you so much! Call us anytime! Xoxo– Eliza, Annabell, Ronnie, Isaac, Isabella, & Martin." Martin. Martin was my boyfriend in Miami. He was also my best friend. I told him we had to break up, although I didn't want to. He said we try should try a long distance relationship. We made a calling/texting schedule and I was supposed to text him right when I got in the car. Oops.
I sat up in my seat a little to look out the window. There was a sign that said, "Miami Airport: 3 miles." Great. Three more miles until my nightmare starts. I decided to sleep for a little while. I dreamt about being on a beach with all my friends. We were sipping our virgin margaritas and talking about good times. Then out of the blue I heard someone say, "SCARLETT!" over and over again. I woke up to my mother saying, "Scarlett! Get up. We're here!" I could barely open my eyes as I sat up, unbuckled my seat belt, and got out of the car.
I picked my last-day-in-Miami outfit very carefully last night. I wore some faded jean shorts, an "I Heart Miami" t-shirt, my PINK flip flops, my huge sunglasses, and I secretly wore my favorite bikini instead of underwear. My parents said no, but I figured they were ruining my life enough already, so I wore it anyways.
I grabbed my flowers and my carry on and went to the trunk where my suitcase lay. I grabbed it and started trudging into the airport. I remembered the day the movers came to ship all of our furniture and most of my belongings to the new house in St. Paul. All that was in my suitcase was some of my smaller belongings; a winter coat, some heavy sweatpants, my special candy jar, my teddy bear that I have had since I was born (and now I can't sleep without it), etc.
My family and I went through airport security, and took a seat by our gate. Thoughts were racing through my head: What was Minnesota going to be like? Would I actually step out and freeze? Would I even make friends? Ok that last one was a stupid question. Minnesota is well known for being extremely nice. And for being very cold. And now I have officially gone insane because I'm in the middle of a Miami airport thinking to myself which is practically the same as talking to myself, except worse.
"Flight to Minnesota is now boarding." The announcer spoke the six most dreaded words of my vocabulary. I handed the women my ticket and started down the walkway. I got on the plane and took my seat. My parents said they would put the suitcases in the carrier.
I started to think about Miami. My friends, my family, my school, my life. Gone. It wasn't fair! How could my parents give me a life that was incredible, and they just took it away because of my father's stupid job? I was so angry and deep in thought that I didn't notice my mother trying to talk to me. Her and my father had finally sat down and was telling me to buckle my seat belt. My mother was sitting by me and said "Honey are you alright?" I was crying. I was so upset that I actually started crying. "I'm alright Mom. Just allergies." I'm such a wimp.
The plane took off at 9:30 a.m. I said my silent goodbye to Miami, my beautiful Miami. The wonderful state of Florida that I grew up in. It was gone, and I felt like I was too. Since there was no going back, I decided to sleep. I had a weird dream, something I wasn't expecting. I was walking into a room. It was dark and quiet. I looked around only to find a plain simple bedroom. A bed was there, with green sheets and a beige comforter. I looked across the room to find a closet door, and on that door was a golden doorknob that was shining so brightly I could barely see. I went to the door and pondered. I was so afraid to touch it, fearing that it might kill me. I was also having an impulse to open it, almost like a sudden burst of adrenaline! I walked closer and put my hand on the doorknob. As I started to twist it, I was awaked by a flight attendant. He was a strange looking man, with black shaggy hair and kind of a messed up face. He had bright brown eyes, or so I thought. They were almost red… "Ma'am, is there something you might need?" he asked me. "No thank you sir," I replied. And he walked away.
Finally the plane landed. I unbuckled my seat belt and started to grab my carry on when something fell out. It was a note: "These hellions below seek hosts from above. To cure these demons you must use…" something. The last word was so withered away that I couldn't read it. I didn't even know what it meant or who it belonged to or why it was in my bag, but I decided to keep it. I walked down the aisle of the plane, with my coat and sweatpants on (I had changed on the plane), carry on in one hand, suitcase in the other. When we got off the plane, I felt a sudden chill. Unfortunately, we had landed in the right place.
We started towards our car, which had been shipped here. At least one thing was the same. We put our suitcases in the trunk and headed inside the car. I was so mad. I miss Florida already. We started to drive away. I looked back at the airport and thought; Thanks a lot you stupid plane. You brought me to this froze- tundra wasteland! What am I going to do now? I hope you like watching a young, teenage girl FREEZE TO DEATH!
Yes I know I wasn't handling this well, but why should I? I loved my life and now it's just gone! I started to sink in my seat again, too pissed off to say anything. My dad was still concentrated on driving so he wouldn't have an accident, and my mom said, "Isn't this exciting Scarlett? You get to have a brand new life, a second chance! It's like you get to start over!" Yeah, great. Just what I needed.