DeadlyNightmare
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We will be arriving in Las Angela's California in about 10 minutes, thank you for flying American Airline. The speaker came to life for a short moment, as the pilot spoke for a moment, but just that, just as it came on, it went dead, and the plane went back to its noisy self. People talking, laughing, children crying, screaming. All this was driving Izabella absolutely crazy.
She clutched her teeth together as she leaned back into the seat, her headphones on, but not to loud, she didn't want to disturb the elder woman who sat beside her, who was chatting with someone across from her. Her music wasn't drowning everyone out, because how low it was. So, she had a headache, on top of already being irritated, and pissed off.
Izabella wasn't looking forward to living with her brother, who was all the way on the other side of the states, away from her friends. She glared out the window, staring at the blue sky, and clouds. Looking down, she could finally see the city, her new home, her new life. God she hated this. Slamming the shade to the window shut, she pulled her backpack close to her, and closed her eyes, waiting to land. She was going to live with her brother, who she hasn't seen in years.
Izabella was 17, which meant she only needed to deal with her brother for a year. It was going to be hell, she hated him, he left her, with there parents, who put all the pressure on her, after he left, that she needed to study more, and all that. Not to mention, they didn't really support her art. She was bulled a lot when they were kids, and he always stuck up for her, and than he vanished, she hated him for that, leaving her alone!
Stepping off the plane, the heat hit her. It was a dry heat, no humid like New York. Taking in a breath, she walked through the airport. Brown and Blond hair falling down her back, swaying a bit as she walked. Her grey eyes glancing around, trying to figure out where she needed to go to pick up her luggage. Cursing under her breath, she adjusted her backpack on her back, and walked around a bit more.
Finally finding where the luggage rack was, she looked around, looking for her pink, leopard printed bags, there was 6 of them. She had a lot of stuff. Pulling it all off the rack as it went around and around, she groaned. Ugh, Izzy why do you have so much shit? She thought to herself as she looked around for a luggage cart. Blond bangs falling into her face. Pushing them out of her face. She walked over and grabbed a cart. Piling her bags onto the cart, she took a breath, running black nails through her hair, she pushed the cart to a bench, where she sat there, pulling out her iPhone, her fingers tapping on the screen she texted him.
Well, I'm here, sadly.
Sending the message, she pushed her phone back into her pocket, and crossed her arms, cry eyes scanning around, looking for her brother, would he even show up? Crossing her legs on the bench, she once more pulled out her phone, texting back her friends who texted her while she was on the plane, she wouldn't see them for a very, very long time. Maybe, never again? Biting her lip, her teeth hitting a hop that went through the right side of her lip, her lip ring, her parents always hated the thing.
She clutched her teeth together as she leaned back into the seat, her headphones on, but not to loud, she didn't want to disturb the elder woman who sat beside her, who was chatting with someone across from her. Her music wasn't drowning everyone out, because how low it was. So, she had a headache, on top of already being irritated, and pissed off.
Izabella wasn't looking forward to living with her brother, who was all the way on the other side of the states, away from her friends. She glared out the window, staring at the blue sky, and clouds. Looking down, she could finally see the city, her new home, her new life. God she hated this. Slamming the shade to the window shut, she pulled her backpack close to her, and closed her eyes, waiting to land. She was going to live with her brother, who she hasn't seen in years.
Izabella was 17, which meant she only needed to deal with her brother for a year. It was going to be hell, she hated him, he left her, with there parents, who put all the pressure on her, after he left, that she needed to study more, and all that. Not to mention, they didn't really support her art. She was bulled a lot when they were kids, and he always stuck up for her, and than he vanished, she hated him for that, leaving her alone!
Stepping off the plane, the heat hit her. It was a dry heat, no humid like New York. Taking in a breath, she walked through the airport. Brown and Blond hair falling down her back, swaying a bit as she walked. Her grey eyes glancing around, trying to figure out where she needed to go to pick up her luggage. Cursing under her breath, she adjusted her backpack on her back, and walked around a bit more.
Finally finding where the luggage rack was, she looked around, looking for her pink, leopard printed bags, there was 6 of them. She had a lot of stuff. Pulling it all off the rack as it went around and around, she groaned. Ugh, Izzy why do you have so much shit? She thought to herself as she looked around for a luggage cart. Blond bangs falling into her face. Pushing them out of her face. She walked over and grabbed a cart. Piling her bags onto the cart, she took a breath, running black nails through her hair, she pushed the cart to a bench, where she sat there, pulling out her iPhone, her fingers tapping on the screen she texted him.
Well, I'm here, sadly.
Sending the message, she pushed her phone back into her pocket, and crossed her arms, cry eyes scanning around, looking for her brother, would he even show up? Crossing her legs on the bench, she once more pulled out her phone, texting back her friends who texted her while she was on the plane, she wouldn't see them for a very, very long time. Maybe, never again? Biting her lip, her teeth hitting a hop that went through the right side of her lip, her lip ring, her parents always hated the thing.