Where Am I?
The altitude was high and my ears started making the pop-pop-pop sound, causing my irritation in an uncomfortable space even more unbearable. I look out and see the dark clouds forming, engulfing the dull blue sky. Although the sky was dull, it made for a peaceful evening, the one you have dreams about, meeting your first love in, kissing in the rain. It’s the type of evening that makes you want to cuddle in dozens of blankets and thousands of pillows and read a novel. This type of autumn evening was my type of evening. Everything was always wet, even during midday the grass was soggy and the earth you walked on sank in. The cold, stale smell of rain settled in my nose. Oh how I wish I were home.
The trees were old and rotting. Theirs leafs were lifeless as the swayed back and forth, floating to the ground and making the slightest crackle on the fading pavement. I couldn’t wait to be home to see my favorite apple tree; all the apples by now will be on the ground, decomposing into the earth. The leaves are plucking off my tree as we speak. The thought of my tree makes me sad that I hadn’t taken better care of it, it’s old and dilapidated. It’s sad in a way, but happy in another due to my time growing up with the enormous tree that couldn’t contain my enormous adventuring self.
I heard a noise and that brought me to reality, away from my tree and my fond memory of it. I looked over to see what had happened; a man had dropped his briefcase on the floor and was crouched over it, picking up the items that had fallen out. Due to the faulty lock on the briefcase literally everything had fallen out, there were pens, paper with scribbled writing, sketches, which to tell you the truth weren’t half bad, and some ketchup packets. This struck me as odd, but I had assumed they were for his lunch.
I now switch gears to the man cleaning up his odd assortment of items and noticed his light brown hair. It was wavy on top and the sides were cut shorter; simple, but business casual, the typical style for a man of his stature. He is wearing a very expensive looking watch, although I would never know if it were expensive or not. I’m not much of a watch enthusiast as some. He finishes throwing his items in his black, worn suitcase and looks up to see everyone who sat and watched him clean it up. I guess I could have helped, but I didn’t want to go over a row of people just to pick up a few ketchup packets. I soon realize he was staring right back at me with light green eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, and a smirk on his face. His lips curled in a very devilish, flirty manner that made me blush. He makes a comment that I didn’t necessarily listen to because I was too focused on getting the pink in my face to tone down. I watched him stride over to the small, empty seat beside me. Oh man, I hope he doesn’t notice my cheeks.
“Hot in here?” he asked as he shuffled in and took a seat. I mumbled out a sound that hopefully sounded like a normal response, or a normal sound for that matter. He sat with his legs spread out, although not much due to the petite space that has been provided. He’s wearing casual slacks, a dark, blood red button up that was tucked in, and a light coat that was unzipped, hanging loosely over his clothes. I get a closer look at his watch and see that the time says 12:30. As I read the time I realized how exhausted I had really become. He then rose his hand that the silver watch was located and stuck in thumb nail in between his teeth, an obvious, habitual nail biter. I could relate though, because my nails didn’t look too hot after I just chewed them off from how stressed I was becoming. His nails were short and jagged; he also had a noticeable amount of hangnails. He seemed very business-like, although you could never tell from the ketchup packets and random sketches in his briefcase.
I decide to take my mind off of the man with the smirk that took my breath away and focused my attention outside again. There was a sweat bee on the window, it buzzed, flying up and down the small window. Its colors were more gold than yellow and more brown than black. Its small wings fluttering wickedly fast, almost of that of a hummingbird. The small bee landed on the window, and of course I tapped it with the tip of my pointer finger. As soon as I lifted my finger, it had vanished and I was again left alone with my new companion by my side. I look over to see the man looking at me, I looked back and he made the first comment.
“I wish you wouldn’t have done that, I was looking at it too.” I was confused at first and then I soon realized he meant the sweat bee.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t know you were looking out the window too.” He seemed frustrated like I had done something wrong and then started to laugh in a very arrogant, but also kind of cute, manner. What was it about him that made me feel like a school girl?
“I’m honestly just amazed how hard they work, like they do all these incredible things and no one even bothers with them. It’s ridiculous.” He stated this in a less confusing manner and I could tell he was being serious, or so I hope I can tell. His eyes squint at me and he lifts his head just slightly, I’m dying of this overload of mixed emotions about this strange man. I could see the freckled that seemed so perfectly placed on his perfect face. I couldn’t handle anymore flirty looks and mysterious gestures. I looked back to my window, hoping for a something new to look out besides the dull sky and the boring clouds that have now started to fade away.
I see many cars and semi-trucks on the road, the usual. Engine powered, four wheel drive, etc., etc., you know the rest. Of course with our regular, normal cars there are hardly any battery powered cars in sight, especially being from Utah, there’s hardly anything environmentally clean about our vehicles; unfortunate, of course. Boring, next?
I avert my eyes away from the man and hope he’s not looking at me. I start to notice more things inside the small compartment, seats, white interior, small, round windows, the people who are now starting to occupy seat by seat, slowly getting more claustrophobic, more cramped. I soon realize it’s getting harder to breathe; my ears start to pop again. I couldn’t tell what was more uncomfortable, the man with a smirk, or the fact that I’m literally uncomfortable due to the small space, hard chair, and seat belt that contained me. Where am I? There was nothing to focus on, nothing to look at, outside became more blank, more boring. Inside became more scary and started to make me panic. Where am I? I begin to suck in deep, slow breaths until my lungs about popped. Although the air wasn’t fresh I couldn’t get enough. It’s like after you run as hard as you can and then air seems like the only thing you would ever need in life. It’s such a sweet feeling of bliss, breathing in nice cold air. Now that I think of it, the air isn’t cold at all, but hot and muggy. Where am I? The smell of bodies surrounded me, the sweat, the unwashed hair, the shoes. I pull my sleeve up to my nose and begin breathing in more heavily, smelling the familiar smell of a moldy basement, laundry detergent, and dog. My absolute favorite smell, weird, right?
I unbuckled the strap that was holding me down to the unbelievably, uncomfortable seat. I soon realize that my biggest fear is about to come true, I have to crawl over the man to get to the bathroom, great. It was awkward and I won’t even go into more detail than that. I reach the vacant bathroom and usher myself into the even smaller space. This was possibly the worse idea I’ve ever had, but if it meant getting away from the people who filled my nose with unbearable aroma, I guess this could suffice. At least it was clean. I turn the squeaky knob connected to the faucet to the left and out gushed cold water. Thank goodness, this was just what I needed. I splash my face and look up at the mirror. I look like a nervous wreck. My eyes had bags among bags under them, my hair was sloppily in a bun with my bangs and bits of pieces sticking out each and every way, almost like those little shirtless troll dolls. Gosh I’m so embarrassing. I take the time to fix my almost unfixable hair and tried smiling a few times to look more alive. I’ll be home soon, but where am I now?
--English assignment that I thought turned out pretty okay--
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