Disclaimer: All character, situations and circumstances are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead, or any event. The author reserves the right to reproduction of the stories without his express consent. *************************************************************************** "Wake up!" boomed a voice from nearby "The taxi is going to be here in 20 minutes Jord!" It took a couple of seconds for me to realise it was my dad shouting from the bottom of the stairs. I rolled out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, my feet waded through the bristly crimson carpet until I was met with the cold unforgiving tiles of the bathroom floor. I'd only just realised why I was getting up at 3am, I was due to leave for New York in two hours, I smiled with excitement and began to check everything in my suitcase, I'd never been on a plane before so that definitely took off the boring streak of sitting on there for 6 hours+ since I was flying from England.
I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Jordan, I'm 17(18 in two days) and I live at home with my mum, dad and sister. I can definitely confirm that the preparation required before going on holiday sucks, have I got enough underwear? Am I bringing to many t-shirts? I always feel so paranoid that I haven't brought enough.
"The Taxi is here!" yelled Annie, my sister who sounded just as happy as I did.
"On my way" I mumbled back as my eyes scanned the room for anything I might have missed.
"Get down here now, there's no time to just stand around in your room wondering if you've forgotten something" she laughed. I smiled at how well she knew me and hurried downstairs placing my suitcase near the front door so my father could collect it and put it into the car.
"You're going to need another vehicle I'm afraid, all of you won't fit in here" the taxi driver said unconvincingly empathetically as me and my dad stood idle on the side of the street – my mom and sister had already climbed into the taxi and claimed their seats.
"Can't we just hold some bags instead of having them in the back?" asked my dad trying to avoid spending even more money on just transport.
"I'm afraid not" again with the un-empathetic tone "health hazard, sorry, I'll call in another taxi." We waited about 20 minutes in the dark for the second taxi to arrive, no complaints from me though, there's something about being surrounded my night and flicking lamp posts that feels special. I threw in the remaining suitcases into the second taxi and sat in the passenger seat, the driver was sat dead still in his seat, the surrounding darkness hid a large portion of his face, I could just about make out his lips and jaw line.
"Hey" I smiled as I positioned myself in the seat, the stranger nodded back. I looked begind me to put my seat-belt on, anything to avoid awkward eye contact, even though I couldn't see his eyes. I was hoping my dad to notice how uncomfortable I looked and offer to trade places. Sadly though, he was too busy diffusing my sister about not having sun-tan lotion that she bought recently. I let out a little sigh, it was only a little car journey, we'll just drive there, I'll get out and it'll be fine I thought to myself. The first 10 minutes of the drive were filled with nervous coughs and sniffling, the little amount of noise this guy was making was quite disturbing until he actually said something.
"So what's your name" he said plainly
"Uhh.. Jordan, what's yours?" I said as I looked over to try and see more of his face but it was still shrouded by the lack of light source surrounding the car.
"Where are you headed? Somewhere nice?" he said, completely ignoring my question.
"New York" I smiled "for 2 weeks, it's going to be great" I took another opportunity to scan him again, nothing, oh well; I think we're pretty much at the airport anyway. The car began slowing as I watched the taxi containing my family in go around the corner and out of sight, I span my head around to try and see what's causing us to stop, but all that was visible was a line of street lights in the distance "something wrong with the engine?" I asked worriedly. The man leaned forward causing nearest street lamp to shine light on his face, he locked his eyes onto mine, his pupils dilated and surrounded by a purple glow.
"I'm sorry Jordan; you must have really wanted to go to New York."
Thanks a lot for reading, I'm not too experienced with writing and I don't have an editor so I'm sorry if things are wrong but I'd be happy to take tips, suggestions and questions - you can email me at joopfic@hotmail.com.
The story will pick up and a lot more characters will be introduced so I hope you enjoy and continue to read.