Irish Dream

Chapter 2

Taylor's point of view
School was as boring as ever today; all I could think about was Ireland.
Everyone at school had promised that they would text me everyday, but they were lying.
Not that I cared.
Besides I promised myself no texting or calling, just writing letters.
Sort of romantic if I wasn't just writing to my best friend and family.
That's okay though because the last thing I need is a boyfriend.
I shook my head as I finished packing the last of my stuff for the trip.
I wasn't going to let anything ruin the trip for me.
I smiled as I walked over to my calendar and crossed off Thursday.
A few more hours and I would be on a plane to Ireland.

My alarm started blaring the radio at midnight.
I groaned and rolled over, why in the world does my plane have to take off at 3 in the morning?
I grimaced as my mom turned on my lights, "Rise and shine!" She said in a voice way too cheery for midnight.
I sighed and turned off my alarm.
I then walked sluggishly to my closet and chose my comfiest sweats and sweatshirt.
Once I changed, I put on my makeup and pulled my hair in a messy bun.
I glanced in the mirror and shrugged; this was as good as it was gonna get.
I grabbed my suitcase and walked downstairs where my half asleep brother was eating cereal.
Eric looked up and pushed a bowl and spoon across the table, "Here." He said sleepily.
I gratefully accepted the bowl while pouring my cereal in it.
As I ate my nerves were escalating.
I took a deep breath; I was going to be okay.
Eric looked at the clock, "I guess it’s time to go to the airport at this ungodly hour."
I frowned, "What about my breakfast?"
He shrugged, "Too slow."
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a granola bar and headed for the car.
My mom was already in the front seat waiting for us. "Have everything?" She asked.
I nodded my head, "Yep, I packed basically my whole room."
My mom nodded her head, "This is a trip of a life time! I know you'll just love it!" She said excitedly.
I smiled; this was the good thing about my mom, she wasn't a clingy over protective parent.
Just then my brother got into the car and said, "Let's go! The sooner we leave the sooner I can go back to bed."
I rolled my eyes and punched him playfully in the shoulder, "It's comforting that you'll miss me." I said sarcastically.

Once we got to the airport everything was a blur.
There was a lot of goodbyes, hugging, security checks, and waiting.
Before I knew it I was on the plane heading off to Ireland.
I was thankful that no one was sitting next to me so I could have more leg room, but I also wished I had someone to talk to.
I sighed and put in my head phones while turning on my music.
This was all about me.
This trip was going to be amazing.

I woke up to the pilot telling us to put on our seat-belts.
I looked around confused and stunned at the fact that I had slept for the whole plane ride.
It was at least a 6 and a half hour trip.
I couldn't believe my luck.
I smiled as I pulled on my seatbelt.
The plane quickly landed and we were let off the plane.
I nervously got off the plane and retrieved my bags.
I took a deep anxious breath as I crossed the gate into the busy airport crowd.
Off to the side I saw a middle aged plump woman with auburn hair holding a sign saying my name in bold letters: Taylor Johnson.
Next to the woman was a boy around my age.
He was tall and slender however he had quite a muscular build.
I noticed his flowing blonde hair with a tint of light ginger roots.
I took a deep breath and began walking up to them.
Once in front of them I took a deep breath and said, "Hi, Mrs. O’Hara is it? Very nice to meet you, I'm Taylor Johnson."

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