“Ladies and gentlemen, we have started our descent/in preparation for landing. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate.” The young flight attendant spoke for the passengers to hear. I have been waiting for her to say those words since I boarded the plane. I can’t wait to see everyone when I get back home. I miss my not-so-normal family and all my friends (more like: we go to the same church and I’m forced to hang out with them but that’s about as close I get to friends.) I had spent all my summer in France learning and studying about religion and other boring stuff. I’m not going to describe myself as the school nerd. I actually don’t feel like I fit in anywhere. The nerds hate me because I’m “preppy” and the popular people hate me because I’m “nerdy”. I can never win! But I don’t mind being alone, id rather be alone than bad accompanied.
I hopped off the plane and started looking for my luggage. I had to look for the three light-blue polka dot suit cases. A big suitcase for all my clothes, a medium suitcase for shoes and a small bag for essentials and snacks. My bags weren’t anywhere?
“Looking for these?” I could recognize that sharp voice from anywhere. I turned around and gave him a hug.
“Dad! I’m so glad to see you!” I speed walked and gave him a large hug. He’s a pain but after not seeing him for three months, you kind of start to miss the guy.
“Hey honey, how was the trip?” I am surprised that the first thing he asked me wasn’t a question about our good lord Jesus.
“It was awesome, where’s mom?” I should’ve asked what time does she get out of her church meeting. I wouldn’t doubt it if she skipped picking me up from the airport over going to her holy church meetings.
“She’s at the church. You want to go over there and thank the lord that you had a safe flight and trip?” It may sound likes he’s kidding but he’s not. Trust me.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really... C’mon kiddo.” He grabbed all my luggage and took it to the car. “Honk if you <3 Jesus!” “Elect Jesus as your leader!” “Jesusaves” How could I forget my dads infamous bumper stickers? Oh brother, this is going to be a long drive.
“Are you sure this is safe? Blah, blah, blah! Safety is for losers dude! You’re the only one that hasn’t gone down this ramp and if you don’t you’re out of the crew!” I listened to my younger brother and his friends. The innocence in his voice was entertaining. I don’t get much of innocence these days, if that even makes sense.
“Hey Jax, let’s go home. Mom doesn’t like you staying out past 9.” I put on the big brother tone. I used to hate when Matt would tell me that exact sentence when I was younger.
“But Justin! Eddy was just about to go down the ramp for the first time! I can’t miss this!” He sounds so young. Well he is young. He’s 10.
“You’ve been at the skate park all day; you had plenty of time to do this before I got here. C’mon man, moms already pissed. You can come back tomorrow.” I tugged at his arm and he gave in.
“Alright, alright. See you all tomorrow.” He waved goodbye to his friends and started walking.
“And you all better get back to your houses too! It’s dark out and y’all know it’s not safe around here when it’s dark!” I called out. Half warning them and half reminding them that we live in the most gang-plagued area in Dallas Texas.
“Don’t worry about us!” “Yeah! We’re teenagers! We can take care of ourselves!” They called back. They are so young; they don’t know half of what it’s like to be a teenager.
“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn all of you!” They ignored my comment and continued on with their skating. Jax and I were well on our way back home. I didn’t have a car but I was saving up for one. I work painting houses and sometimes renovating and painting public places like libraries, banks, schools, etc. I didn’t make much from it but it was still something. The skate park wasn’t too far away from my house which means Jax and I got home just in time to watch family guy. We always watched this together. I entered the house to find my mom frantically looking for her other shoe.
“Justin, I’m glad you’re back. I need you to watch Jax for the rest of the night I’m going out!” She had a small bag that seemed to have clothes in it.
“Where are you going?” She found the shoes and quickly put it on. Why was she in such a hurry?
“Boy, stop getting in my business! Just do what I tell you and be content with it; I don’t have time for explanations right now!” She grabbed the keys off the counter and quickly walked our of the house slamming the door behind her. Weird I thought to myself.
“Well Jax, guess it’s just you and me tonight.”
This is my first time writing fan fiction so if y’all would ‘like’ or whatever that would be great! (: