Morning.The sun rising in a movie-dramatic manner,painting the skies a baby-blue.Smoke sputters out of old Marie,the family car.Squeezed in the back seat was a suffocated me ,my sister and the thin silhouette of a prim lady,mother.Driving,father raised one olive-skinned hand to push back his glasses which promptly fell back on his freckled nose."Excited?"he said,with a clear trace of sadness.Deadpanned,I nod mutely.My going-to-come-out-any-second loose ponytail sways behind me,bobbing up and down whenever we hit a curve.My sister,a silent Aries,lays on her side as I absent-mindedly play with her voluminous wavy hair.Mine is a mane of curls,and I hate them.Jealousy,jealousy, jealousy.We hit a curve and my hair tie snaps,hitting my bony mother's hand as she flinched momentarily.Let her feel the pain.I am too frustrated too care anyways.The Airport creeps in to view.It has excellent parking areas,I must say.The little glass dolphin-thing spitting out a stream of glimmering water was ingenious.I walk.Suprisingly I can.I thought staying in a tiny car with hollow-headed gremlins for a prolonged period had some effect on your motor skills but you learn something new everyday . We're here because of some blunders which you keep should keep your flecking nose out of.The lights here are dim as hell and the place is a tiled yard.I bet this place is ten times better than our home though.

Jealousy,jealousy,jealousy.
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