I awoke to the sound of people talking with one another, babies crying, and cell phone games going. The plane. I am currently on my way to Minnesota from New York. I know, lame. But hey, I guess this all has a bright side to it, I won't be living with my bitchy mom anymore! I haven't seen my dad, or better yet talked to the man since I was 9. In all honesty I'm kind of nervous.
~2 hours later~
Finally! God it's as cold as a yheti's balls out here! As i'm searching for my dad in the airport I figured I should get some food or something. I decided on Starbucks and got a blueberry muffin and a peppermint mocha latte.
"Carson? Hey!"
"Dad! Oh my god!"
Damn, he's old. I chuckled to myself.
"Ready to go sport?" My dad asked
"Sure, let's go"
As we drove up to the house all I could think about was how freaking huge this house was! And boy was the inside even better.
I was taking my stuff up the stairs to find my room when my dad called my name
"Carson!" My dad yelled
"Yes?" I answered "Are you hungry? I can go get something if you'd like"
He's the best dad in the world
"No, thank you though. I'm going to try and get some rest before tomorrow." I denied
"Alright"
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that tomorrow is my first day at my new highschool. I'm not very good at making friends because of how fucking sarcastic I am, but oh well I guess. Their loss.
(A.N. HEY GUYS!! THIS IS MY FIRST STORY/ FANFICTION EVER. LOL, PLEASE VOTE, AND READ!! )
