"Are your bags ready?" Looking up from my book, I watched as my dad's girlfriend started grabbing and dragging my bags out of my room, and into the hallway. I'm guessing, she just can't wait till I leave so that she can turn my room into a yoga studio.
"Damnit Janet, your flight leaves in two hours and you're not making a move". She said while sticking her head back into my room.
"Patricia, you and I both know that it will take my father about thirty minutes to get here. So just let me finish my last chapter in peace before the real nightmare begins" I mumbled the last part under my breath. Cursing in Spanish she left.
Sighing, I closed my book, The Alchemist and got up from my beanbag chair. Packing my carry-on bag, I looked around my room for the last time. I mean it wasn't as if I was not going to be coming back. Plus, I was not the type that would spend time decorating their room so there wasn't anything that would have me all sentimental. What …show more content…
I've been hanging there at "Jo's" since I was ten. And when mom decided she couldn't deal with the arguing anymore and finalized the divorce, I begged to stay, Why would I want to leave my sunny island, friends and my daddy? So she agreed that maybe it was for the best. I was a daddy's girl after all. Growing up and hanging out at the bar wasn't bad. I mean it was in the center of town, so I always saw people and made friends with numerous tourist, but the older I got and being around mechanics and fisherman I learned tons of things, not only about the way men think but also how alcohol made people act all kinds of stupid. And that made me realize that there is much more to life than to just stay one place and drink beer all day. Plus I was starting to get tired of seeing the same faces over and over. And when there were new faces in town, my dad's friends Cricket and Booze were always there making noise. I know I won't be missing
"Damnit Janet, your flight leaves in two hours and you're not making a move". She said while sticking her head back into my room.
"Patricia, you and I both know that it will take my father about thirty minutes to get here. So just let me finish my last chapter in peace before the real nightmare begins" I mumbled the last part under my breath. Cursing in Spanish she left.
Sighing, I closed my book, The Alchemist and got up from my beanbag chair. Packing my carry-on bag, I looked around my room for the last time. I mean it wasn't as if I was not going to be coming back. Plus, I was not the type that would spend time decorating their room so there wasn't anything that would have me all sentimental. What …show more content…
I've been hanging there at "Jo's" since I was ten. And when mom decided she couldn't deal with the arguing anymore and finalized the divorce, I begged to stay, Why would I want to leave my sunny island, friends and my daddy? So she agreed that maybe it was for the best. I was a daddy's girl after all. Growing up and hanging out at the bar wasn't bad. I mean it was in the center of town, so I always saw people and made friends with numerous tourist, but the older I got and being around mechanics and fisherman I learned tons of things, not only about the way men think but also how alcohol made people act all kinds of stupid. And that made me realize that there is much more to life than to just stay one place and drink beer all day. Plus I was starting to get tired of seeing the same faces over and over. And when there were new faces in town, my dad's friends Cricket and Booze were always there making noise. I know I won't be missing