I Hope For You
Chapter 1
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to start over? Even if it wasn’t permanent, did you ever think about what it would be like to go anywhere else where no one knew your name or your story? You could just live a brand new temporary life. I would be getting that opportunity.
My mom thought it would be a good idea to ship me down to my dad’s for the summer, so I could actually do something rather than sulk around the house the whole time. She was already predicting that I would have rewatched every season of Supernatural and memorize all the lines to Pretty In Pink. Why that was a pretty accurate prediction, she was unaware that I could do the exact same thing down in Charlotte, North Carolina with my dad.
In her words, this would be a “good chance to meet new people and get away”. New York was great, and I could always take a walk into the city and get trampled by the rapid crowd of people if I wanted to meet new people and get away. Where my dad lived, things were much more low-key and placid. Everyone seemed to know everyone and everything that goes on, which was something I honestly wasn’t used to. The only scoop that I knew of was what new job our neighbor on the 8th floor had gotten that week. It honestly seemed as if he had every job in the book, and if you’re curious, he’s currently working at a hotdog stand a few blocks away from Central Park.
School only ended five days ago, and my mom brought this whole thing down on me two weeks ago, so I was expecting the shipping away. I wasn’t leaving too much behind, to be quite honest. My mom would have her boyfriend and city apartment while attending school, and friends weren’t too big of an issue. I would be able to still talk to the small amount of acquaintances that I had while one of my real friends would come with me on this little journey.
“Stel, You almost ready?” My mom knocked on my bedroom door giving me an indirect time check. It was early, and when I say early, I mean four o’clock in the morning early. Our flight was a seven o’clock flight in which we would have to pick up Cassadee, get to the airport, go through security, and find where we board the plane. It may not take as long as we have, but my mom was pretty precautious. She was already anxious enough sending me down to the south, but my sense direction and motherly instincts didn’t help.
“Almost, mom,” I replied back. I zippered my suitcase and lugged it off my bed. I had three suitcases, a duffel bag, and a bookbag for the whole summer. Yes, the perks of school being over is being able to do summer work, but we all know that will be put off until the days are numbered and I have to do it.
I had to take trips wheeling my stuff out to the living room where my mom was frantically asking me questions about what I had and didn’t have packed. “Do you have enough tampons, Advil? How many swimsuits do you have? Do you need more money? Should I give you more? Yeah, I’ll give you more.” It was as if she was running out of breath.
My mom jogged around to the other side of the counter digging around her purse for money. “Mom, I’ll be fine. I have everything. I’ll be fine,” I walked around placing my hands on your shoulders with a smile reassuring her that everything would be okay. She sighed nodding her head trying to relax before hugging me.
“Let me get this out real quick. Please, no drugs, drinking, or sex,” she pouted into my ear before pulling me back and looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Course, mommy,” I smiled. She narrowed her eyes at me making sure I obey. “Okay, okay, I promise,” I couldn’t help but laugh turning on my heels to get my stuff together.
“Baby,” my mom said still standing at the counter. I turned to look at her fixing the scarf around my neck.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
I smiled realizing how much I was going to miss her. I haven’t been away from my mom this long before, so this would need some adjusting. I haven’t exactly seen my dad for a few months since he came up for a surprise Christmas visit. I barely spoke to him, except when he would sometimes call to check up.
“I love you, too,” I said. Picking up my bookbag off of the ground, I tossed it onto my back trying to grab as many things as I could so I wouldn’t have to make more than one trip. But making one trip comes with the cost of a possible broken bone.
I grabbed the duffel bag and a suitcase while my mom grabbed the other two. We made the trip to the elevator and down to the garage where my mom’s car was. It was relieving being able to drop the bags into the truck. It was like gasping for air letting them out of our arms.
“Okay, just need to grab my keys, and we can go.” And with that, I followed my mom upstairs and back to the eighth floor for her to grab her keys and for me to take one last glance at the place that I’ll be away from for the next three months. The apartment was the perfect size for two or three people with a chic due to my mom’s modern taste.
We headed back down to the car needing to go pick up Cassadee. She lived in the apartment complex a few blocks up, so it wasn’t too far. When walking, there were plenty of short cuts and alley’s to hop to make it there in a record time of five minutes.
I texted her to make sure she knew that we were coming, and knowing Cass, she was right on time. My mom would probably be even more sketched if Cassadee wasn’t coming with me. At least I had someone coming.
“Ah, I’m gonna miss my little Stellabear,” my mom said pulling up in front of the building. Since it was a little past four, there weren’t many people rushing around to get places. There were just the morning workers heading off their job that they didn’t get a summer break from.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” I said trying to not make her feel bad for sending me there.
A text from Cass asking for help with her bags was the signal that took me out of the car and up to her place on the tenth floor. I lightly knocked on her door when getting up there not wanting to wake anyone up, but it looks like that wouldn’t be a problem.
“Hey! Okay, I just may need a little help,” she let me inside where her three suitcases, bookbag, and guitar case remained in front of the counter. Not so little Sulley was hopping around my legs itching for attention. A Golden Retriever can grow a lot in a few months, and they shed the crazy, so I expected the dog hair to attach to my legs when bending down to pet him.
“Come here, Sulley,” her mom Lori called from the couch where she remained with a cup of coffee flickering through the channels on the Tv. “Hi, Stel, how are you, sweetie?” she smiled up.
“I’m good, how are you?” I asked back with natural instincts. It was like I was programmed with that phrase, because that was exactly how it was said each time I was asked.
“I’m good, tired, but good,” she replied. “Honey, make sure you have enough bra’s with you and tampons. Oh, and money! Do you have enough?”
“Um, mom, yah I think I have enough embarrassment, too,” Cass said back sheepishly dropping her face.
“It’s okay, my mom gave me the same exact talk. It’s time to cue the drugs, drinking, and sex next,” I whispered to her while we tried to keep a small laugh.
Lori got up from the couch walking over to her and hugging her tight. I could hear them exchange the “I love you”s and “be careful and have fun. Be sure to call me often”. Cass would reply with “Course, mom.”
They separated, and I adjusted her two suitcases in my hands while she took the other and the bookbag. Lori shut the door behind us, and we were off to the elevator. Cassadee let go of her suitcase for a moment, so she could redo the sleek ponytail in her hair. The blonde and brown mixed throughout her hair evenly while my hair was a solid dark brown color. My mom always commented on the red tint naturally in it, but I could never notice it.
Speaking of, my mom was waiting in the car out front, so after we were able to fit one of Cassadee’s suitcases in the truck, she crammed the others in the backseat with her. I hopped into the front seat with my mom and off to the airport we went.
Once you get on the highway and actually get into the airport, time seemed to be slipping. It was once four in the morning, and now it was only a little after six. We checked our luggage in, and my mom walked us to security. This was it.
“I love you, stellabear,” my mom said pulling me into a tight hug.
“Love you, too, mom,” I replied. My mom gave Cass a hug, and gave us the whole speech over again to make sure it was engraved deep into our minds. I got this talk a million times. I practically memorized every line that came out of my mom’s mouth.
“Please, be careful, girls. I don’t want to get a call from your father that you got hauled down for driving 110 miles-per-hour into a Walmart. But have fun. And call me, please.”
“Mom, if anything it would be into a Kmart,” I joked back at her. She gave us both another quick hug before we turned getting through the obstacle course of security.
I slipped off my boots, hat, jacket, and scarf and placed my bookbag into one of the buckets. They buckets slipped down the conveyer belt and under the scan. I was first to walk through the detectors getting the clear from the officers I could pass. I hated this part the most. Taking things off and putting them back on seconds later was not something I enjoyed. It didn’t take long, and we were back to the two girls with the bookbags heading off the North Carolina.
“Okay we have like a half hour, and I’m starving. What gate do we have to head to?” Cass asked pulling her ponytail out from underneath the strap of her bookbag.
“Uh, G12, and let’s grab something to eat then head down there,” I suggested seeing the many options we had to get something from. Places varied from McDonalds to Applebess. Cassadee led the way over to Starbucks stating that a large coffee was just what she needed. I couldn’t lie, some energy would be good right about now. Waking up at three in morning was not the most fun thing in the world.
“I just need two large iced coffees, and, uh, two of those muffins,” Cassadee said to the girl at the register. Imagine waking up at the crack of dawn to come work at a coffee shop in an airport. Definitely wasn’t my cup of tea, so with my mom wanting me to search for some sort of way to get money, job opportunities were always popping into my mind.
I gave Cass a ten for paying heading over and putting all the little sugars in the coffee. I was thinking about taking the blueberry muffin out then, but when Cassadee realized terminal G was on the opposite side of the airport, we knew we had to start sprinting. We were in B which was in the west while G was all the way in the west, which was just our luck.
“Hut to it, chickadee!” I yelped making my way ahead of her while we had a light jog. We had ten minutes to get there, and this airport was pretty damn big let alone not knowing where it specifically was. Missing your flight wouldn’t be the best way to start off the summer.
“Drinking and running at the same time is a lot harder than it looks,” she sighed back catching up at my feet. I swear if she tripped my I would kill her.
“Final passengers for flight from New York to Charlotte, North Carolina,” the lady on the intercom said. That was the only way that we knew we were I the right part. If she didn’t say it, we most likely wouldn’t have found it.
“Sorry,” I said under my breath handing her my ticket and ID. She ripped part of it handing me my license and other half of the ticket back, and I was set. Shit that was close. But, hey, just got my summer’s work out completed.
I searched for seats 12D and E which was where we were, and thank god they were just two seaters. I wasn’t too thrilled with the thought of sharing the seat with someone I didn’t know. Nothing against it, but I knew how to turn any situation sufficiently awkward without even trying.
I dropped my shoulders and let my head fall back in annoyance seeing that all the room in the overhead compartments seemed to be taken up by jumbo suitcases and bags. I did not understand the concept of bringing giant luggage bags and jamming them into the small overhead compartments just to take up all the room. Not only did I not understand it, but I learned it to be a pet peeve. Even though I didn’t travel that often—rarely even—I just knew that I didn’t enjoy it. I was weird.
“Window seat!” I called before Cassadee had the chance to call dibs. We argued over how we each liked the window seat wanting to see everything from so high up. In the end, I was victorious taking the coveted seat to my possession.
Cass rolled her eyes at me, “fine, but I’m called predibs for when we come back.”
“Fair enough,” I replied plopping my bag on my lap; Cassadee doing the same.
People were finishing getting situated, and that was the cue for the flight attendants to start that safety presentation. On the slight chance that we would actually need it, this part always gave me some sort of uneasy feeling. I would think about what would happen if we did need it and if an accident would occur. Once we get into the air, that feeling would soon disappear.
“…take easy breaths. You can unbuckle your seat, and your cushion can be used as a life preserver.” The girl in the font said. The guy in the back mimicked her movements as another example to pay attention to.
“Imagine a final destination plane trip,” Cass leaned over and whispered to me.
“That would be pretty fucking scary,” I replied back with a light laugh which she copied. We had to have watch those movies about twice, and I remembered that scene clearly. Not something I would like to experience, not that it would happen. But, hey, it would be quite the story if I happened to survive.
The plane ride was going to be around an hour and half, and that was if everything went on time. But when does that happen? Things were bound to get started a little late, and in this case, fifteen minutes late before the pilot was cruising down the runway.
The popping of the ears was something I always hoped to avoid, and why gum seemed to be the typical use, it slipped my mind up until this point. Figures that the onetime I don’t have gum is the one time I need it. Magical.
“I hate this part,” Cass said referring to take off.
“Agreed.” And with that, we were soon up in the air making our way to Charlotte, North Carolina.
My mom thought it would be a good idea to ship me down to my dad’s for the summer, so I could actually do something rather than sulk around the house the whole time. She was already predicting that I would have rewatched every season of Supernatural and memorize all the lines to Pretty In Pink. Why that was a pretty accurate prediction, she was unaware that I could do the exact same thing down in Charlotte, North Carolina with my dad.
In her words, this would be a “good chance to meet new people and get away”. New York was great, and I could always take a walk into the city and get trampled by the rapid crowd of people if I wanted to meet new people and get away. Where my dad lived, things were much more low-key and placid. Everyone seemed to know everyone and everything that goes on, which was something I honestly wasn’t used to. The only scoop that I knew of was what new job our neighbor on the 8th floor had gotten that week. It honestly seemed as if he had every job in the book, and if you’re curious, he’s currently working at a hotdog stand a few blocks away from Central Park.
School only ended five days ago, and my mom brought this whole thing down on me two weeks ago, so I was expecting the shipping away. I wasn’t leaving too much behind, to be quite honest. My mom would have her boyfriend and city apartment while attending school, and friends weren’t too big of an issue. I would be able to still talk to the small amount of acquaintances that I had while one of my real friends would come with me on this little journey.
“Stel, You almost ready?” My mom knocked on my bedroom door giving me an indirect time check. It was early, and when I say early, I mean four o’clock in the morning early. Our flight was a seven o’clock flight in which we would have to pick up Cassadee, get to the airport, go through security, and find where we board the plane. It may not take as long as we have, but my mom was pretty precautious. She was already anxious enough sending me down to the south, but my sense direction and motherly instincts didn’t help.
“Almost, mom,” I replied back. I zippered my suitcase and lugged it off my bed. I had three suitcases, a duffel bag, and a bookbag for the whole summer. Yes, the perks of school being over is being able to do summer work, but we all know that will be put off until the days are numbered and I have to do it.
I had to take trips wheeling my stuff out to the living room where my mom was frantically asking me questions about what I had and didn’t have packed. “Do you have enough tampons, Advil? How many swimsuits do you have? Do you need more money? Should I give you more? Yeah, I’ll give you more.” It was as if she was running out of breath.
My mom jogged around to the other side of the counter digging around her purse for money. “Mom, I’ll be fine. I have everything. I’ll be fine,” I walked around placing my hands on your shoulders with a smile reassuring her that everything would be okay. She sighed nodding her head trying to relax before hugging me.
“Let me get this out real quick. Please, no drugs, drinking, or sex,” she pouted into my ear before pulling me back and looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Course, mommy,” I smiled. She narrowed her eyes at me making sure I obey. “Okay, okay, I promise,” I couldn’t help but laugh turning on my heels to get my stuff together.
“Baby,” my mom said still standing at the counter. I turned to look at her fixing the scarf around my neck.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
I smiled realizing how much I was going to miss her. I haven’t been away from my mom this long before, so this would need some adjusting. I haven’t exactly seen my dad for a few months since he came up for a surprise Christmas visit. I barely spoke to him, except when he would sometimes call to check up.
“I love you, too,” I said. Picking up my bookbag off of the ground, I tossed it onto my back trying to grab as many things as I could so I wouldn’t have to make more than one trip. But making one trip comes with the cost of a possible broken bone.
I grabbed the duffel bag and a suitcase while my mom grabbed the other two. We made the trip to the elevator and down to the garage where my mom’s car was. It was relieving being able to drop the bags into the truck. It was like gasping for air letting them out of our arms.
“Okay, just need to grab my keys, and we can go.” And with that, I followed my mom upstairs and back to the eighth floor for her to grab her keys and for me to take one last glance at the place that I’ll be away from for the next three months. The apartment was the perfect size for two or three people with a chic due to my mom’s modern taste.
We headed back down to the car needing to go pick up Cassadee. She lived in the apartment complex a few blocks up, so it wasn’t too far. When walking, there were plenty of short cuts and alley’s to hop to make it there in a record time of five minutes.
I texted her to make sure she knew that we were coming, and knowing Cass, she was right on time. My mom would probably be even more sketched if Cassadee wasn’t coming with me. At least I had someone coming.
“Ah, I’m gonna miss my little Stellabear,” my mom said pulling up in front of the building. Since it was a little past four, there weren’t many people rushing around to get places. There were just the morning workers heading off their job that they didn’t get a summer break from.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” I said trying to not make her feel bad for sending me there.
A text from Cass asking for help with her bags was the signal that took me out of the car and up to her place on the tenth floor. I lightly knocked on her door when getting up there not wanting to wake anyone up, but it looks like that wouldn’t be a problem.
“Hey! Okay, I just may need a little help,” she let me inside where her three suitcases, bookbag, and guitar case remained in front of the counter. Not so little Sulley was hopping around my legs itching for attention. A Golden Retriever can grow a lot in a few months, and they shed the crazy, so I expected the dog hair to attach to my legs when bending down to pet him.
“Come here, Sulley,” her mom Lori called from the couch where she remained with a cup of coffee flickering through the channels on the Tv. “Hi, Stel, how are you, sweetie?” she smiled up.
“I’m good, how are you?” I asked back with natural instincts. It was like I was programmed with that phrase, because that was exactly how it was said each time I was asked.
“I’m good, tired, but good,” she replied. “Honey, make sure you have enough bra’s with you and tampons. Oh, and money! Do you have enough?”
“Um, mom, yah I think I have enough embarrassment, too,” Cass said back sheepishly dropping her face.
“It’s okay, my mom gave me the same exact talk. It’s time to cue the drugs, drinking, and sex next,” I whispered to her while we tried to keep a small laugh.
Lori got up from the couch walking over to her and hugging her tight. I could hear them exchange the “I love you”s and “be careful and have fun. Be sure to call me often”. Cass would reply with “Course, mom.”
They separated, and I adjusted her two suitcases in my hands while she took the other and the bookbag. Lori shut the door behind us, and we were off to the elevator. Cassadee let go of her suitcase for a moment, so she could redo the sleek ponytail in her hair. The blonde and brown mixed throughout her hair evenly while my hair was a solid dark brown color. My mom always commented on the red tint naturally in it, but I could never notice it.
Speaking of, my mom was waiting in the car out front, so after we were able to fit one of Cassadee’s suitcases in the truck, she crammed the others in the backseat with her. I hopped into the front seat with my mom and off to the airport we went.
Once you get on the highway and actually get into the airport, time seemed to be slipping. It was once four in the morning, and now it was only a little after six. We checked our luggage in, and my mom walked us to security. This was it.
“I love you, stellabear,” my mom said pulling me into a tight hug.
“Love you, too, mom,” I replied. My mom gave Cass a hug, and gave us the whole speech over again to make sure it was engraved deep into our minds. I got this talk a million times. I practically memorized every line that came out of my mom’s mouth.
“Please, be careful, girls. I don’t want to get a call from your father that you got hauled down for driving 110 miles-per-hour into a Walmart. But have fun. And call me, please.”
“Mom, if anything it would be into a Kmart,” I joked back at her. She gave us both another quick hug before we turned getting through the obstacle course of security.
I slipped off my boots, hat, jacket, and scarf and placed my bookbag into one of the buckets. They buckets slipped down the conveyer belt and under the scan. I was first to walk through the detectors getting the clear from the officers I could pass. I hated this part the most. Taking things off and putting them back on seconds later was not something I enjoyed. It didn’t take long, and we were back to the two girls with the bookbags heading off the North Carolina.
“Okay we have like a half hour, and I’m starving. What gate do we have to head to?” Cass asked pulling her ponytail out from underneath the strap of her bookbag.
“Uh, G12, and let’s grab something to eat then head down there,” I suggested seeing the many options we had to get something from. Places varied from McDonalds to Applebess. Cassadee led the way over to Starbucks stating that a large coffee was just what she needed. I couldn’t lie, some energy would be good right about now. Waking up at three in morning was not the most fun thing in the world.
“I just need two large iced coffees, and, uh, two of those muffins,” Cassadee said to the girl at the register. Imagine waking up at the crack of dawn to come work at a coffee shop in an airport. Definitely wasn’t my cup of tea, so with my mom wanting me to search for some sort of way to get money, job opportunities were always popping into my mind.
I gave Cass a ten for paying heading over and putting all the little sugars in the coffee. I was thinking about taking the blueberry muffin out then, but when Cassadee realized terminal G was on the opposite side of the airport, we knew we had to start sprinting. We were in B which was in the west while G was all the way in the west, which was just our luck.
“Hut to it, chickadee!” I yelped making my way ahead of her while we had a light jog. We had ten minutes to get there, and this airport was pretty damn big let alone not knowing where it specifically was. Missing your flight wouldn’t be the best way to start off the summer.
“Drinking and running at the same time is a lot harder than it looks,” she sighed back catching up at my feet. I swear if she tripped my I would kill her.
“Final passengers for flight from New York to Charlotte, North Carolina,” the lady on the intercom said. That was the only way that we knew we were I the right part. If she didn’t say it, we most likely wouldn’t have found it.
“Sorry,” I said under my breath handing her my ticket and ID. She ripped part of it handing me my license and other half of the ticket back, and I was set. Shit that was close. But, hey, just got my summer’s work out completed.
I searched for seats 12D and E which was where we were, and thank god they were just two seaters. I wasn’t too thrilled with the thought of sharing the seat with someone I didn’t know. Nothing against it, but I knew how to turn any situation sufficiently awkward without even trying.
I dropped my shoulders and let my head fall back in annoyance seeing that all the room in the overhead compartments seemed to be taken up by jumbo suitcases and bags. I did not understand the concept of bringing giant luggage bags and jamming them into the small overhead compartments just to take up all the room. Not only did I not understand it, but I learned it to be a pet peeve. Even though I didn’t travel that often—rarely even—I just knew that I didn’t enjoy it. I was weird.
“Window seat!” I called before Cassadee had the chance to call dibs. We argued over how we each liked the window seat wanting to see everything from so high up. In the end, I was victorious taking the coveted seat to my possession.
Cass rolled her eyes at me, “fine, but I’m called predibs for when we come back.”
“Fair enough,” I replied plopping my bag on my lap; Cassadee doing the same.
People were finishing getting situated, and that was the cue for the flight attendants to start that safety presentation. On the slight chance that we would actually need it, this part always gave me some sort of uneasy feeling. I would think about what would happen if we did need it and if an accident would occur. Once we get into the air, that feeling would soon disappear.
“…take easy breaths. You can unbuckle your seat, and your cushion can be used as a life preserver.” The girl in the font said. The guy in the back mimicked her movements as another example to pay attention to.
“Imagine a final destination plane trip,” Cass leaned over and whispered to me.
“That would be pretty fucking scary,” I replied back with a light laugh which she copied. We had to have watch those movies about twice, and I remembered that scene clearly. Not something I would like to experience, not that it would happen. But, hey, it would be quite the story if I happened to survive.
The plane ride was going to be around an hour and half, and that was if everything went on time. But when does that happen? Things were bound to get started a little late, and in this case, fifteen minutes late before the pilot was cruising down the runway.
The popping of the ears was something I always hoped to avoid, and why gum seemed to be the typical use, it slipped my mind up until this point. Figures that the onetime I don’t have gum is the one time I need it. Magical.
“I hate this part,” Cass said referring to take off.
“Agreed.” And with that, we were soon up in the air making our way to Charlotte, North Carolina.
Notes
Chapter of my new fanfic!(: This is only the beginning, so there's more to come. Please lemme know how it is at this point. vote, subscribe, and comment!
Cass and Stella(:
-Gii xxx
