I took a look around the airport, not knowing that soon I'd be back. I waved once at my mother Serena and my new step-father Jeff. I didn't hate the guy, I actually liked him.. he made my mother smile which was something I'd never seen her do since I was eight. I took a step into the passage that would lead me into my airplane, I handed the flight attendant my ticket and entered the plane. It was filled with couples, little children, seniors.. everybody seemed to have something in common, they all were excited. I searched for my seat and sat quietly, I slid my earphones on.
We the Kings, one of my favorite bands blasted through and into my unexpecting ears. I lowered the volume and looked out the window, goodbye New York I thought to myself.
It was a long ride, but seeing as I slept most the time it felt shorter. When we arrived it was almost 6:00pm, my legs were extremely numb.. and so when I made the huge mistake of getting up I stumbled and almost knocked someone over. As soon as I walked into the airport I heard a loud "LIVY" .. it was my father. I smiled but looked around to make sure no one had heard my father's nickname for me, no one had.. and if they had no one had cared enough to laugh. My dad came towards me and took my bag, "geesh, you've grown up," he laughed. "Yeah," I smiled, he put an arm around my shoulder. It'd been a long time since I'd seen my father, I missed having a father. Jeff was great, as I've already mentioned but he wasn't what I thought of as a father.
As we exited the airport, I noticed it was raining.. Washington was well known for it's rain.
Well, most parts were, especially Forks. There wasn't one day I hadn't been to visit and there hadn't been at least a bit of drizzle. I bent down trying to do the impossible and avoid the rain by hiding under my jacket. My father let out a loud laugh, "Olivia, it's just rain.. it won't hurt you." Oh, that's what he thought, but, with people like me a simple thing such as rain could mean a tragic injury. I was so glad when we finally reached the car, my father opened the passenger door and I hopped in grateful for the warm and dry seat. Once my father had thrown my bag in the trunk we headed off, I loved my father's Toyota Tundra, I was the one who'd helped pick it after all.
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