"Get on up, Girl! Get on up... Sit down!" My alarm clock rings, needless to say it always works. I hop out of bed. All of the sleepiness has left me, even though I only got about an hour of sleep. It's still dark out and my mom is trudging around trying to get ready.
She's already almost done though because she woke up forty minutes ago due to A.) She went to bed earlier and B.) She needs a heck of a lot more time to get ready than I do
I get ready in about five minutes, no joke! I'm so excited!
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My mom drops me off at the gate. I'm going on a four hour flight… alone. Why did I ever think I could do this?
I kneel down right there and start sobbing. The tears flow, and I have no idea why. I stay there for a couple minutes. Crying. Just crying.
A firm hand rests on my shoulder, "Hey are you alright?" I hear his voice. Beautiful.
I stand up, not looking the man in the eye, "Yeah. Yes, I'm fine… thanks" I run off, tears flying through the air behind me like a cheap anime cartoon.
"Wait-" I hear his voice behind me, but I keep running. How would I explain it anyway? 'Hey I'm crying my eyes out in the middle of the airport because last night my dream came true'. Yeah I'm sure that'll make him feel sympathetic!
I run through my gate into the plane and plop down in my seat. The tears had stopped, but the stress and denial still rests on my heart. What else am I feeling then? Fear. I'm afraid. Afraid they won't like me… or am I afraid they will?
I don't have time to question any further, because the mysterious man just sat down next to me. I'm not looking at him, but I can feel him looking at me.
"Feeling better?" out of the blue, he hands me flowers... Irises… my favorite. How could he know that? More importantly why did he just give me flowers.
I look up at the man and gasp. It's him.