The flight must have taken ages. Hour to hour, waiting. Flying. Reaching what must be the most dreaded moment of my life. It was all to re-connect with the family, they say. Renew bonds from a long time ago. And in the city of sin, no less. Still. All could go swimmingly. Or all could turn to shit. As I contemplated just what could go wrong…
“To all passengers, the plane will be landing shortly.” The speaker spoke in what must have been a practiced re-assuring tone. “Return to your seats. Once we have landed, please gather all of your carry-on’s and exit the plane.”
Touch down. Landing gear making a horrid noise as it jostled the plane, stopping the plane gradually. One deep breath later, and we were on our way to a blistering display of neon lights and chain restaurants. And this was just the concourse, no less. Thankfully, our time- or at least my time- within this area came to pass. I must have been the first to the baggage claim, with my family arriving some time later.
“Relax.” I could hear my brother whisper to me. “It’s just a few days with them. Lighten up.”
Bags came through. We all had specified luggage. Parents had only a modest bag each, with one for the smaller brother. Sister had a heavy roll-away, possibly filled with tech. Brother had a high-class bag, accompanied with similar clothing and cologne. And then my duffel bag spilled out. It just had a small tag which bore my initials. From there, we trudged onward to the pick-up area. Tourists were staring at us as we started packing our bags into the trunk. And it was a limousine, no less.
“Are you sure you want to put your bag with ours?” My father said. “If I recall, your cousin got a separate ride for you and her.”
They were driven away in their limousine, as I stood there with my luggage. Waiting. Grumbling. Just then, a second limousine came by, with the driver casually holding up a small poster board with my last name on it. All I could do was sigh. At least we were going to be alone. Quietly, I loaded up my luggage, watching as the driver closed the-
“Hey cousin!” I could hear her yell. “Get in here! Got some friends from the studio I want ya to meet!”
My name is Krilacia Flameaux, and I resent my extended family.
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