3 C2- Arriving Spain in my pain.

I got home around 12:35 pm, it made me relaxed knowing I wasn't that late… at least what I think. But I really did spend too much time in school than I planned. When I reached our house I expected to see cartons and bags here and there, that wasn't the case. Instead, mom had done most of the packing and arrangement just within the short time I left.

"Good, thank God you are back. I just finished packing the kitchen and bedroom stuff into those boxes, I just need you to arrange the remaining stuff from the dining area, somewhere reachable because they can't fit into any box." Mom told me.

"Don't worry mom I got this, you just get some rest." I suggested.

"But the truck will be here soon and we both need to get ready before it arrives." She complained.

"I understand what you are saying. Trust me mom, I can handle everything, you need more rest than I do." I insisted.

"But-" She started but I cut her. I did not want any more whining from her.

"Please mom, I need you to take some rest, if not me do it for the baby, please." I begged her.

She didn't need to show signs, of exhaustion I knew she is exhausted. I can see the battle going on inside her head because she had to fight her own decisions, something she isn't used to. But in the end, mom knew I was right so she gave up and reluctantly left me by myself. I waited till she was out of sight and already upstairs before letting out a sigh and whistling in relief. 

"Now, where do I begin?" I started first by disassembling some of the furniture in our living room, doing what I can do, then loading them along with the other luggage into the driveway for the cargo crew to carry. Just in time, thirty minutes after I have cleared all our stuff out of the house the cargo team came.

Mom was already awake at that time so I didn't need to face the wrath of a sleepy pregnant woman again. At least not this late in the day. The team loaded all our stuff into the back of the truck and began driving to the airport while we drove behind them. We aren't taking this car with us because the driver and car were rented by my father to only drop us at the airport.

We reached the airport by 3:45 pm almost the time we are supposed to depart. I will blame myself if we got a minute late, but thanks to my rich father and his awesome connections, we do not need to wait in line like the others. We just passed through a private area usually used for celebrities in case of a mobbing situation, so much of being a celebrity. Then we went straight to our private plane that would be taking us straight to Spain, no branching or stopping by.

"Mom." I called five minutes after we were already seated inside the plane.

"Yes." She answered politely as always.

"Can we take the first-class tickets on a regular plane when next we travel?" I asked using a small voice. 

Forgive me for being too forward or demanding, I can be trouble at times and nosy. That's because, all my life I have traveled on my father's plane enjoying the wealth thrown on my face, but I haven't felt it was enough. As a child, I have been curious to know what is so special about flying first class, although I heard a few people talking about it. I think it kinda got me obsessed to experience it myself.

"Why do you ask? Don't you enjoy this plane?" She asks me.

"I do, I am just curious to know the feeling when traveling first class." I told her truthfully.

"If you say so, I promise we will go next time. Happy?" She said straight forward which shocked me. I got so happy that I forgot we were not the only ones on the plane. I think I might have gone super hyped afterward.

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Two hours later, I guess, I felt my whole body starting to drift away into my own world where I met a handsome guy, we dated, got married, and had great kids. I don't know how long I had been out, and this familiar distant voice kept calling me non-stop. it took me a while before I can make out the difference between both worlds and snap out of my fantasy.

"Urgh?" I dumbly replied.

"Oh my god, I thought we lost you right there Roxy. The plane landed an hour ago and I have been waving my hands in front of you, trying to get you out of that fantasy world you live in. You got me worried Roxy." I heard mom's panicked voice.

"I am fine mom, there is no need to get worried." I told her reassuringly and sat straight up.

"I know, and that wasn't the only thing we saw." She said teasingly.

"Ugh- what was I doing?" I asked unsure of what question I should ask. I can only hope in my heart that I did not embarrass myself this time, because not only was my mom here, the pilot and the entire crew were in front of me as well and the looks on their faces prove that I did something really embarrassing, and I think the scar will stay with me for months if I get lucky. I rose an eyebrow at them expecting to hear what happened. No, they didn't talk or caution me they looked at me with watery eyes and tight lips preventing them from laughing out.

"You were laughing, smiling, giggling, and muttering unknown words like Romeo precious darling, won't you ask me to marry you? Honestly Roxy I can't understand or put a hand where you got that quote from neither do I have an idea what it means-"

"Couldn't anyone be more respectable about it? It wasn't a big deal." I tell them. 

"Oh-  that wasn't the only thing you said." Mom interjects calmly making me groan out in embarrassment. "Roxy you started reciting cartoon lines and argued strongly with someone I don't see, it was about a cartoon I suppose you and Charlotte watched as kids." She placed her hand on her chin as if in thought. "Sponge Bob square pants and holly the little white van." She finished. 

After hearing my mom's side, I felt super embarrassed to a point, no wonder they all looked like they are going to drop dead from laughing.

Very good Jazlyn, my first time in Spain, and I rocked it by embarrassing myself.

Mom and I got out of the plane after the whole drama but she didn't stop teasing me about what happened on the plane until we got to our new house.

And this is how my life begins.