"Dad! I'm ready for you to come and take my stuff to the car!" I shout. The names Amber by the way. I have short, straight auburn hair and freckles. I'm a pretty average when it comes down to looks. The only thing I have going for me are my eyes. One is blue and the other ones green. Which, even my science teacher from last year, said was odd especially since both of my parents have hazel eyes. But the red hair and the freckles, I can thank my parents for those attributes.
Looking around I make sure I have everything I wanted or needed. I didn't want to have to call back and have my dad have to mail something because I forgot to pack it.
"Coming little one!" My dad says with a pout. "But then I guess you're not so little anymore." Most people thinks my dad would be mean but really he's just a big teddy-bear.
"Ah, dad you're adorable, and you will be upgraded to awesome if we can listen to One Direction on the way to the airport." I amusingly ask knowing the answer is no, but worth a shot to try for the last time. Really, who would it kill?
"No, I think we are good without them. Maybe it's best to wait and listen to them on the plane so you won't feel so lonely". He replies.
Yeah, because being stuck somewhere you can't sing the best songs in the world at the top of your lungs is what every fan-girl wants; why did I have to fly, a road trip would have been so much funner. But I'll still play them because I oh so love them.
"Worth a shot". I say handing him my bags. "I just can't believe mom has a boyfriend since it has been awhile since she was on the dating scene. You know they met at a farmers market in Orlando? I wonder if he's a health freak? Sorry, I'm just talking and talking about stuff you don't care about." I know he loves listening to me talk but probably not about his ex wife's new love life.
"Its fine, plus didn't you say that the man has a son around your age?" My dad asks me.
"I guess if you consider twenty and sixteen a small age gap then yes we are. Mom says that they are coming with to pick me up at the airport. What if they don't like me? I have been told that I come off too forward or snotty. Ugh! I'm so nervous." I had the need to talk, about anything. No matter what it was I just was nervous and need to talk.
"Don't worry, just be yourself and you will be fine. Being yourself has always worked for you before. I don't know how this could be any different. Even when you were moving from house to house for awhile you always made a group of friends by the end of the day." He did have a point. Even though some people my think I come off to strong there has all ways been someone who's like me.
(On the plane)
Mental checklist: texted mom, packed my headphones, said goodbye to dad, have phone and purse. I think I'm clear for take off. Now I just need to take a deep breath and put on my music. I think my midnight memories album will do just fine for this trip. Geez, I just hope I wake up before this plane lands, I hate people touching me and waking me up. That is something I cannot stand no matter what. Well goodbye Georgia and hello Florida. I'm coming home. Please like me. Please.