Hibernal [h.s.] AU

3

chapter song ^^ Dear Mr. Fantasy- Traffic

"Hey Siri, what's the average temperature in Alaska during winter?" I ask as I sit in my closet. In front of me sits an empty suitcase.

My flight is supposed to leave in an hour, and I have nothing but air in this bag. This should be easy enough, I'm sure it won't be that cold. I can probably just throw in some jeans and sweatshirts.

"Siri, hurry the fuck up," I whine, waiting for my phone to corporate.

"Winter temperatures in Alaska range from 0o Fahrenheit to -30o Fahrenheit from November to March."

Oh fuck.

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My driver must have been booking it to the airport because we pulled up to the hangar where the company jet was waiting right on time.

I saw my father speaking on the phone as he leaned against his car. It looked as though it could have been a heated conversation but with him, you never know. He always speaks aggressively at people for no reason.

When he saw me walking over, he murmured something into the phone and hurriedly stuffed it in his pocket. Weird.

"Who was that?" I yell over the loud hum of the plane engine.

He has a look of uncertainty on his face and it kind of weirds me out. He's never hesitant or unsure.

"Okay jeez never mind, I don't want to know," I flinch back and hold my hands up sarcastically.

While we stand, one of the flight attendants comes and collects my bags to put them on the jet.

By the time I turn my attention back to him, he's collected himself and is back to normal.

He claps his hands excitedly and rubs them together. "Well, are you ready? I guess you should be going then," he leads me to the entrance stairs with a hand on my shoulder.

"Uhm thank you for...giving me this story," I mumble, thrown off by his weird behavior.

I hated the words coming out of my mouth but it was the realistic thing to do. I mean, if he hadn't told me about this, I would probably still have been looking for something to write about.

"Wow, she actually does know how to say thank you," he heckles, making me want to take it back now.

"You know what, never mind, forget I said it," I scoff and roll my eyes. I wave my hand at him dismissively before walking up the steps to the jet.

"Make me proud!" he calls out just before the door seals shut.

I chuckle to myself at him possibly thinking I'm doing this to make him proud. I'm doing this for my goals, to make myself proud. I could care less about his expectations. I have my eye on the prize and nothing can distract me.