Highschool is shit. I'm not popular or pretty. That's all that matters in highschool. My personality or brains are nothing, they do me no good. Im not ugly but not pretty, im mediocore in my eyes. I dont have many friends because I have different interests like for example I like girls.
A year later
The last day. Graduation day. My last day in the small town of Ft. Myers. Our caps in the air one second then on the ground another. People screaming, cheering, and crying. So many emotions and yet my mind was blank. I struggled through the crowd grabbing my diploma and my keys. I sat in my car and sighed. A piece of me was missing but what, I needed something, no someone but who. My eyes started tearing up as a tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped it off and started driving to my parent's house. I walked upstairs to my room and started packing. I had an hour to get ready and to get to the airport. I packed everything that I could and then I changed. My gown on the ground and my diploma on my bed. I grabbed my low waisted maroon pants and a white baseball t-shirt. Grabbed my Beats and my luggage and went downstairs. "Mom!" I shouted. I looked in the kitchen, she was there crying. "What's wrong mom?" I said worridely. "I'm just said that you're leaving and moving out of the state." I just grasped her into a hug as she cried into my arm for a couple of minutes. She eventually calmed down and gasped. "What" I said with a confused look. "Your plane is leaving soon we got to leave now." I looked over to the clock and I noticed it was 3:06 and I had to be at the airport by 3:30. I shoved everything into the trunk and threw the keys at my mom. She started the car and we drove to the airport. I hopped out of the car as quickly as I could and I started to grab my luggage out of the trunk. I grabbed all of my luggage and gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek and I started running. "I'll call you when I land in New York!" I yelled. I started sprinting like a marathon runner towards the luggage place and I got my tickets and then I started running towards my gate, gate A1. I bumped into a lot of people but luckily I made it just on time as they were boarding the last couple of people. I sighed in relief. I handed my ticket over to the lady and she said "Lucky you, you made it just in time" and I nodded quickly. I looked like a mess, I was sweaty, tired, breathing heavily and the adrenaline pumping in my veins made me look like a crazy person. The lady gave me a warm smile and handed me back my ticket. I got into the plane and I found my seat and I put my backpack into the overhead area. I got into my seat which happened to be a window seat. After about 10 minutes of waiting a voice came from the intercome. "Welcome to Delta, we hope you enjoy your flight. It should take approximately 1hr 45 mins to get to Atlanta Georgia. Please put on your seatbelts and enjoy." the voice, who im guessing was the pilot, sounded fuzzy over the intercome. I put on my seatbelt and I slumped into my chair. The guy next to me was probably 40 or something and he was about to fall asleep already, the damn plane hasnt even left. After about a minute and a half later the plane started moving. I put on my beats and I straightened my body up and looked out the window. The speed started increasing tremendously and slowly but surely the plane started going higher and higher into the air. I sat back into my chair and I thought about a lot of stuff until I eventually got lost into the music and time took over. Before I knew it we arrived to Atlanta. I had about an hour until my next flight departed so I went to a burger place. The last time I ate was about 8:09 in the morning so I was starving. I finished eating my burger with about 15 minutes to spare. I walked to the restroom and freshened up a bit and then headed to my gate. Eventually I got onto the plane and we departed safely and before I knew it I was at the JFK airport.
Sorry guys the prologue was so long but this is my introduction to my story, I dont really enjoy the name of the story so I may change it (please leave ideas below) and feedback would be nice and I hope you enjoyed :)
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A Piece of Me
FanfictionY/N loves Kendall but decisions, decisions. Theyre so difficult yet so inspiring. They choose your next chapter in your life. So what would Y/N do?
