Cold and heartless is what I am. Work hard and you'll get your share in the end. Ground morals that I believe in.
Throughout the years, people have been nothing but the pests they are. Their minds sickened with the idea of something called, "the future." It's revolting really. Back when I was young, we would go to the theater for entertainment. Now, our youth takes pride in watching films filled with drug addiction, violence, and s*x. The productions I watched were filled with passion, truth, and most of all, beauty. I find it truly fascinating how this generation manages to live through it.
"Hey lady, you getting out or what?" A loud voice snapped, dragging me out of my thoughts.

"Yes." I responded coldly, giving my cab driver an intimidating glare. The driver gulped, snapping his head back to the windshield, whistling softly to avoid anymore unneeded attention. I liked that I had that effect on him.
I'm cruel, and mean, judgmental, and rude. And it has been every single person I have ever met mission to make that clear to me. I haven't always been like this. I was once a starry eyed little girl, who had big dreams of becoming a star. But all it took was a slap of reality, tragedy, and death, to the face, for me to realize life wasn't all it was jacked up to be.

Colonel Jacob E. Redson. A name that gives a punch to my heart every time it's mentioned. They tell me keep his memory alive and you'll feel as if he's there. Well if you ask me, that's a bucket load of Grade A crap. He was a beloved colonel, a loved son, a person of respect and admiration, but to me? He was just goofy, weird, quirky Jay to me. My brother. When we were young, we were constantly moved. From London to Germany, Africa to Belgium, or Iceland and the Philippines. Life was always colorful. And even though I didn't have much friends, I always had my brother, and that was enough for me. But now, he's gone.

That know it all smirk he would always flash me when he won an argument was now lost, the single raised eyebrow whenever I yelled something ridiculous, was now raised all the way up to heaven, but most of all, his loving attitude towards me was what I missed the most, those late nights when we sat on our porch swing and just talked about nothing and everything, or our favorite parts from theater plays, and sometimes just dance under the stars. That was what I missed the most. I could feel a small tear trickle down my face but I quickly wiped it away.

Feelings are weakness, barriers are strong, stay weak forever, or prove emotions wrong. I repeated the chant in my head over and over again, a reminder of how weak feelings can make you. I blanked back to reality, no longer realizing how long I've been sitting in the seat for. I grabbed the back of the passenger seat for support to help myself up, and was going to grab my bag. "I hope you enjoy your flight." The cab driver offered, breaking the silence. Wanting to be polite, I responded. "Thanks you too."

After realizing what I had just said, I mentally facepalmed myself. I hastily grabbed my bags and slowly lowered my foot down to the pavement. As soon as my foot made contact with the pavement, I winced slightly, and gritted my teeth.
Push through, weakness is not an excuse
My fathers voice rang in my head. I lowered my foot all the way, my feet now supporting my full weight.

I groaned softly and gripped my suitcase handle hard.
"Jesus, your not even 60 and you can barely stand," the cab driver muttered, loud enough so that I could hear it. "What was that?" I questioned, knowing perfectly well what he had said. "Nothing, nothing," he shamelessly covered up. I slammed the door shut, and hastily grabbed my luggage, the sooner I leave, the better. I could hear the overlapped conversations of the people surrounding me, each word slowly drifting into my ear and then drilling into my mind, slowly forming a migraine. I groaned softly to myself, and began to caress my head, slowly massaging my temples. It was pure agony being surrounded by so many people at once. I made my way through the lazily formed lines and middle aged couples. What a nightmare. 

I wandered around looking for a nice place to get some food, since my flight was about 8 hours. I walked on for about 15 minutes when I smelt the most delicious scent. It was like a subtle explosion of warm vanilla and cinnamon. I let my nose lead me to the source of this delicious aroma, only to find a nice café. After surveying the small place, I began to make my way towards it, when I saw two young ladies bickering. I stopped in my tracks and gazed at them. The dialogue seemed to be spoken with anger. One of the two ladies drenched in what appeared to be coffee. I snickered softly to myself. What a bunch of idiots.

I walked around debacle and ordered a quick black coffee to-go. I blew on the liquid softly before sipping it softly, letting the warm bitter nectar flow down to the back of my throat before swallowing. It was amazing. 

Probably the best coffee I've had in a while. I inhaled deeply, and exhaled relaxed. I lugged my suitcase behind me, sipping my coffee, and slightly limping. The shards of pain invaded my feet as I took every step. Like big slits of glass impaling my feet. I winced and grasped my suitcase handle tightly.

After what seemed like forever, I finally made my way to my gate. I sat down and reclined my foot out, resting my foot out on the seat in front of me. Occasionally, a person would walk up to me an open their mouth opened slightly, before looking at my cold expression and walked away. Good riddance. After about 20 minutes, they called my gate and I boarded the plane. But of course, luck had to take its course. Guess who I ended up sitting next to. Coffee girl. 

"Is this your seat?" She asked, as I was standing right beside her. I narrowed my eyes. "No, I'm just standing in this specific row of seats like an idiot." I retorted sarcastically. Of course this girl didn't deserve whatever coldness I was throwing her way, or at least I don't think so, but I was in a bad mood. From the business, to my foot, and to the people in general. 

"Jesus, calm down." She said, rolling her eyes. I was mentally shocked. How rude of her. "Don't tell me to calm down, the last thing I need, is advice from a 20 year old who looks like they've been dunked in coffee and crap." I said coldly. 

This was going to be a very long flight.

OMG I CAN'T.. 3 OR 4 MONTHS. YALL I'M SO SORRY. SCHOOL JUST HAPPENED AND ITS BEEN INSANE. THIS IS THE LAST WEEK OF TESTING, SO I'LL BE ABLE TO UPDATE MUCH MORE FASTER. ILYY