Total Drama Life
Ch. 3: Migration
(Three days after Saturday)
Oh god.
Wednesday.
The day I had been dreading for the past week. It was my last day in Toronto. I actually wanted to go to my school that day. I turned to face my alarm clock; it was 6:40am. I had to get ready for my last day of school- well- last day of school in Toronto. I let out a big sigh.
I forced myself out of bed and made my way to my bathroom. I turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror, playing with the skin beneath my eyes as if I had permanently widened eyes. My hands were gripping the end of the counter; I looked down at the sink. I sniffled a little. I got to admit, I was crying a bit.
I'm gonna miss this place, I thought to myself, Courtney, get a hold of yourself girl.
I began brush my teeth. I washed my face continuously. I've always wished that washing your face washed everything away: your fears, your regrets, all those bad things.
But it doesn't work that way.
I went back to my room, getting changed into comfortable clothing: my blue V-neck sweater and white/grey skinny jeans. I brushed my hair and headed downstairs.
"Morning, mom." I said it in a drone-like way.
No response.
I guess she's asleep, whatever
I didn't feel like eating that morning, after all, I had already brushed my teeth. I went to the shoe closet and got out my normal foot attire- black close toed heels. It was a little chilly that day, so I had to go upstairs to get my black gloves and scarf. I didn't even bring any school supplies. My teachers knew today was my last day, so I doubted they were going to make me do any work.
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My last day of school in Toronto was pretty depressing. People were constantly coming up to me, trying to nullify the fact I was leaving by telling me things like "Oh you're such an amazing person, we're gonna miss you!," or, "It's okay I'm sure you'll make tons of friends there!"
I said goodbye to Darien. The hug she gave me was bigger than any hug she had ever given me. I had known her since kindergarten, since then, we've never left each other's sides, until now. I found it a little ironic how she was bawling her eyes out, and I didn't shed a single tear. The only show of emotion I had was the tired, depressive expression I had super glued onto my face.
I tried to take it all in. I tried to let what they said make me feel better, but, if I can't make myself feel better, how is it possible to let others do so? Truth is, I just felt so distraught, but I had to just go through the day, so that I could survive the plane ride to Orlando.
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Thursday
It's okay Courtney, it's just an airport. I twitched.
I walked up to the lady at the check-in, she had a plastered on smile that all the other check-in employees had as well. I found it a little creepy.
"Ticket?" she had her hand towards me ready to take it.
I stared at her, picturing horns coming out of her forehead- that made her smile even creepier...
I wonder if she had botox don-
"Excuse me, mam, ticket?" she raised her eyebrows at me, her hand still out.
I shook my head to force myself out of the two-second trace, "Oh! Sorry." I handed her the ticket and looked around, waiting for her to finish whatever she was doing. I turned back to her to ask a question.
"How long do you think my flight will be?"
She looked up, a bit of questionable expression on her face, "Oh, well," she looked back at my ticket, "I'd have to say about three hours? Maybe a bit less, I'm not so sure. But don't worry, your flight captain will tell you the length of the flight when you board." She handed me back the ticket, "Please put your luggage onto the scale."
I nodded. I had two large suitcases with me, luckily, one was less than 50 pounds, but the other wasn't so lucky; it was about 70 pounds. I had to pay some fee for it.
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I was glad all the beginning security checks were over, they were a hassle.
Well these seats are definitely comfortable, I sarcastically said to myself. I shifted my bottom a bit.
I was just waiting there, for my flight to begin boarding. I constantly checked my phone for the time, opening and closing it continuously. I started to search my phone out of boredom.
Then I stopped.
It was Duncan's name.
I stared at it for a while, unsure of why I still had it in my phone. I admit a part of me was contemplating to call him, but then I mentally slapped myself a big NO. I closed the phone quickly and turned my head to the boarding attendant standing behind the grey pedestal.
"We will now be boarding flight 218. Toronto to Orlando." The lady's voice was already loud enough to hear- she definitely did not need the intercom…
I stood up, grabbing my duffle bag, and headed towards the boarding attendant. I showed her my tickets and she pointed to the boarding bridge, showing off her pearly whites.
"Have a nice flight!"
The way they said that made you seem like you were special, and that she only told you to have a nice flight, but then you come to realise she says it to the people behind you too, and you're just not so special anymore.
They're too happy, I told myself, looking back at her.
I continued to make my way to the plane.
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I looked around the plane, staring at different passengers, wondering why they were going to Orlando at this time of the year.
I tried not to break down in front of all those passengers, for the sake of eyes not staring at me and less awkwardness, so I opened the window's flap and looked outside of it. I put on my iPod, put on "Paper Bag," by Fiona Apple. I put the volume all the way up and tried to clear my mind.
Just stare at the clouds…
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Two hours on the plane seemed like 30 minutes. I wasn't having any fun though; it just flew by too quickly, as if Toronto wanted to get rid of me.
Fine then, Toronto, I see how it is.
Even through all the human traffic, and continuous falling of carry-on-bags from the bag compartment, I made it out of the plane. I walked around the airport until I managed to find my designated conveyer belt. Countless black suitcases came around, but I was lucky my suitcases were purple, so they stood out.
My head couldn't help but turn it around a bit; my eyes noticed two very familiar girls RACING towards me.
It's--
"COURT-NAYYYYYY!"
"Holy shi-" I was pummelled, but still standing up, by my two very close cousins: Andrea and Allison.
They were both hugging me tight, but I could see over their heads a bit, and I noticed my aunt was walking towards us with a huge smile of excitement.
Thank GOD- it doesn't seem like she's contemplating on pummelling me too!
Andrea and Allison were identical twins; though they were very different people at times. Andrea was the almost-serious, don't-mess-with-me, brown-straight-haired chick, while Allison was the not-so-serious, brown-short-curly-haired ditz.
But I loved them. They were amazing and they were family.
"Courtney!" My aunt waved at me, "How was your trip!?" She made way through the twins and hugged me.
Our hug ended and I responded, "Oh it went pretty fast ya'know… It's really nice you see you Aunt Deb." I smiled- it wasn't fake at all.
"Awe it's nice to see you too. I swear you'll love it in Orlando," she put her arm around me and led me to closer to the conveyer belt, "and don't forget, you'll have two cousins in your new school, so you won't feel so alone!"
"I didn't know that!" I was actually kind of happy, not being alone and stuff…
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We got to my aunts house in about an hour. She lived very close to where we were going to live soon. My aunt's house was pretty much the same size as my future house; I suppose my whole family had as much money as my dad.
I entered the home, looking up at the unnaturally high ceiling.
"Mi casa es tu casa!" I looked back down, towards my aunt.
I smirked at her, "Sí tía." Which means 'Yes auntie.'
My uncle ran towards me, hugging me, "You look so different niña!" He looked at my hair; "You dyed it?" his accent was so heavy. I smirked at that.
"Yes Tío Javier." I pushed my bangs to the side a bit more so that they wouldn't be covering my eyes.
He kissed my forehead, "You're just like your father when he was younger," he said mockingly, "don't change too much."
I smiled at him, turning to Andrea and Allison, "So, where do you want me to put my stuff?"
Allison grabbed my hand quickly, and led me up the stairs. Andrea was behind us grabbing my things; my uncle was helping her as well. Allison showed me to one of their (many) guest rooms.
"You get to sleep here," she gleamed, "it's right next to my room, and across the hall from Andrea's!"
I raised an eyebrow, it was a fairly large room, I even had my own bathroom, "Awesome!" I jumped onto the bed, and rolled onto my back.
Andrea entered the room, "So are you ready for…"
"HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS!!" Allison finished her sentence with an obvious excitement.
Andrea looked at her with widened eyes, and she snickered, "Yeah, Allison, that," she turned to me, "anyways, you're coming, right?"
"Yeah. Of course." I actually meant it, sort-of.
They helped me unpack some things. I put clothes into the empty closets and drawers. It's really nice here, I thought to myself. I had to remind myself though, that I had to start school here on Monday. I tried not to think about it much, and shifted my thoughts to Halloween Horror Nights.
I wonder if it's even as scary as people say it is.
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A/N
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