The sound of my alarm clock is literally one of the worst sounds I have ever heard. That same sound that woke me up for 18 years of my life at 6am for school. I'm a straight A student and I'm proud of my hard work because now I'm moving to my dream place, New York. My dad is proud of me but I can tell he's upset because I'm moving away for college. New York has better opportunities and I will not give that up.
As I get up I look in the mirror and cringe. What's wrong with my hair? My hair has a mind of its own and wakes up before I do. I get up and take a hot shower. I'm not really nervous, more excited than nervous. I studied about the city of New York and looked at the college I will be attending and the dorms. It's literally a dream come true. I finish my shower quickly and the scent of vanilla fills my senses as I get out. I love taking hot showers with my favorite shampoo that has a vanilla scent. I walk to my room and sit infront of my mirror and I dry my hair quickly and brush it out.
"Darling, are you ready?" my father calls out from downstairs
I grab my phone from my dresser and check the time. 7:50
Oh shit, I have to leave in 10 minutes. My plane is at 9:30. I like to be early just incase of traffic or anything could occur while we're on our way to the airport. I finish my hair and put it in a high ponytail as I pick out a grey Calvin Klein crop top with high waisted black skinny jeans. I finish the look with black converses and grab my suitcase that I prepared last night and start heading downstairs.
"Hey dad," I say as I begin to drag my suitcase downstairs. It's so heavy.
"Hey darling" He half smiles. He cried last night and would not stop hugging me, really really tight. I was always daddys girl. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was 5 and my dad took care of me. My mom didn't really care to show up and the court says she can have me on the weekends, it's been 13 years and she never picked me up on any weekend. When I was 10, I kinda gave up on the idea of a mom in my life and focused on my staying with my father.
My father wouldn't let me have any boys or anything, he didn't like the idea of me dating. He was cool with the idea, but everytime a guy liked me and knocked on the door, my dad would slam the door in their face. Harsh, I know.
"I'm so proud of you, Ariel" My father opens his arms and I gladly hug him
"Thanks dad" I smile and look up at him and frown slightly, "Stop crying dad" I hug him tighter and he chokes on his tears. I have never seen my father cry before, except last night.
"I'm sorry darling, you're just so grown up" He wipes his tears and smiles, "You better visit me every month, I mean it. I'll get lonely." He chuckles and I laugh with him. I hope my dad finds a good woman for him. He's so kind and his heart is so big. He's one of those dads that you could tell him anything, good or bad and he would help you. I trust him and I love him with all my heart.
I look at my phone and the time reads 8:10, "Dad we gotta go. I don't wanna be late"
"Lets go" He picks up my bags and walks out the door. I quickly pour juice for myself as my dad loads his truck with my belongings. I grab my backpack and take out my headphones and plug them into my phone. I will need this for the plane ride.
My dad and I hop into the car and start driving to the airport. Miami is a beautiful city but I always wanted to go to New York. When the college sent me my acception letter I was so happy and literally jumped and screamed and cried. My dad got scared but once I told him, he was jumping with me.
As I'm listening to music, my phone dings and I check my text
From: Crystal
Hey girl, you ready for New York?
My best friend Crystal since kindergarden got accepted into the same college as me. I was happy and excited because I wouldn't be alone on my first day. I would have someone with me, my best friend. The sad thing is that we couldn't get the same dorm room.
To: Crystal
Yeah, I'm on my way right now. Where are you?
Seconds later and my phone lights up
From: Crystal
I'm at the airport right now, alone. Hurrryyyyyy!
To Crystal:
I'm on my way!
I look out the window and watch as we drive through Miami. I will miss this city.
After about 30 minutes we arrive at the airport. Now I'm nervous. I pull out my phone and text Crystal
To: Crystal
Where are you?
I look around, hoping to find her soon. I kiss my dad goodbye and grab my bags. I begin walking and looking around, she's no where to be seen. As I begin walking I see Crystal sitting on a bench. When I get closer, I see a boy sitting next to her. What the hell?
"Hey Crystal," I say as I walk up to her and she look up at me
"Hey!!! Where were you?" She smiles her bright smile. Crystal is a very attractive girl. Her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. Her tanned skin makes her eyes pop and she clothes are always what you see on Instagram mirror selfies. That's where she actually gets her inspiration from. I have black hair with grey eyes and the same skin tone as Crystal. I personally think my outfits are cute but everyone has their own style.
"I just came right now" I smile back at her and look at the guy sitting and his eyes are wandering around the airport, "Hello, nice to meet you" I bring my hand out for him to shake and he quickly looks up at me and happily shakes my hand.
"Hey" he smiles. He's actually really cute. He has bright blue eyes like Crystal and blonde hair but he's paler. They could be siblings.
"Ariel, meet Harvey." Crystal smiles and looks down at the stranger, well Harvey. "He's also going to New York for a music career" Crystal explains
"That's awesome, Harvey. I wish you the best of luck" I smile at him and he smiles back at me
"Thanks, why are you two going to New York?" He asks and points his finger at me and Crystal
"College" Crystal and I say in unison
We all laugh and Harvey wishes us the best of luck and we thank him. Harvey then leaves and we are sitting alone waiting for our plane to come. We chit chat about New York since it's our dream place to go to. Time passes by and our plane comes.
When I step onto the plane, I feel so ready for this new adventure.
