Elijah

Chapter 2

I feel a sudden shake to my left arm and mumbles, but the words become more clear and my eyes open and I hear a man's voice speaking to me saying,

"Sir, this is your destination...Sir?.... Sir!" I can't see very well after a long nap, and the chairs fabric texture has made marks on my arm, showing how well I've slept. I get up and grab my carry on bag, smile at the flight attendant and leave the plane. The International part of the L.A airport has many posts with tape-like pieces of fabric between each pole spacing, like a substitute for a wall. I walk through, and my ears, surprisingly, haven't popped. I look around, the floor covered in white tiles, the walls white with arches above. The place at day seems to have natural lighting to it, giving it a misty blue glow. There seems to be hundreds of people here, maybe thousands. I grab my suitcase and leave the airport. There's a roof over us that makes the light dim, but I feel a humid heat on me. I immediately don't like the heat here. There's palm trees every few meters on the other side of the road, many polka-dotted buses driving by and people with signs with names on them like Hannah Baker, Pauline Martha, Elijah Gregg... Holy Crap. That's my name, Elijah Gregg. I walk up to the person with the sign and they smile. It's a man with a grey suit on with a purple striped tie on, with black, freshly-polished dress shoes. This person must be sweating.

"Elijah Gregg?" They ask, still smiling. I nod. "I.D, please" I take my wallet out of my pocket and show them my I.D. They look at it and compare, then with a tone of satisfaction, they say, " Ok, Elijah. We're taking you to your apartment. You want to go anywhere before, sir?" I stop as they open the door to a long, black, slick limo.

"Is this all paid for Mr..." I look at his nametag on his tie. "Mr. Shawn?" He smiles and nods,

"Yes, all by your friend or acquaintance, Emily Jane." I stare. Emily? The 'Princey' figure? I swallow, excepting I'll have to go in the limo.

"No, I want to go to my apartment, Mr. Shawn. Thank you." Inside the limo is a blue light that makes the whole limo seem like everything's some shade of blue. There are leather seats with armrests. Lastly, there's a table in front of the seats that's glass-looking with blue lights on its sides. There's cup-holders in the glass table with a small bar to my right. I try to hide my gawking. After every four seats there is a circular electronic device with green lines that constantly change their zig-zag form. I put my hand on the circular thing, and the green lines manipulate out of my hand, but surround it at the same time. I sit down in the leather seat and smile as, from what his name tag said, Jack comes into the limo near the driver. The limo driver knows where to go, and pulls the gears into neutral with the driving stick. The limo gives a satisfying hum as we drive, and I sit back and relax.

After ten minutes of relaxation, faded honking noises and wonderful scenery of palm trees, tall, glass buildings, cool architecture, people, and the now-and-then sign in metal that glows at night saying 'LAX', we finally arrive at my apartment Emily had rented me. As we enter through the doors, the inside of my apartment is a simple but yet complexe mini-house. There is a white-themed style and reminds me of the beach with the color scheme. Inside the apartment has a white-cushioned couch where three people will be able to sit comfortably in, a flat screen bended television, a cork board beside it with a map of Canada and the U.S.A., a bar-like table with bar stools and a kitchen in front of the bar table with white cabinets and hanging light bulbs. Then there's a soft brown book shelf with 6 shelves all stacked with blue, green and soft yellow books to match the theme. Then I turn and there's a washroom with two sinks, a self-opening toilet and a wide mirror and classic shower with glass doors. I gawk, and Jack, or Mr.Shawn, smiles at me widely.

"It's quite the place, and there's even a master bedroom. This way..." He puts his arm out in the direction of where the master bedroom is, and leads me. When the door opens, I could not believe my eyes. There's a canopy king bed with a wide window to its right, a walk-in closet and pastel blue bed spread, pillows and sheets. I smile.