Reborn
Chapter 3 - Seriously
Alex's Prov
“Where to miss?” the cabbie asked.
“The bank please.” I responded. He nodded his head and started the meter. I still can’t wrap my head around the thought that my father left me three thousand dollars for a week. “What am I even going to use it for?” I said aloud.
“What was that miss?” he asked looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“Oh, nothing I was just talking to myself.” I said looking back at him. We arrived at the bank at a quarter-past eight. I briskly made my way into the cement-block building and I made my way up to the counter. It didn’t take long for me to get a teller.
“Yes, how may I help you?” she asked. I could tell by her body language that the happy voice she used wasn’t real.
“I would like to see how much I have in my account.” I told her. I gave her my identification for her to check. I glanced at my phone, eight-thirty. “If you don’t mind I’m in a hurry.” I spoke rather harshly to her. She looked up at me and gave a glare.
“You have 10,752.67.” she said. I said thank you and grabbed a mint on my way out the door. I hopped back into the cab that was waiting for me.
“The airport please.” I kindly told the driver as I buckled my seatbelt. We made our way there by weaving in and out of traffic. Should I really do this? Leave everything behind and start over? Questions started forming and going through my head all the way there. As we pulled up to the departure gate I felt my stomach drop. I brought my bags up to the counter and dropped them off. The clock started chiming and I looked up at it. It read 12 o’clock, three hours before my flight would leave. I casually strolled through the airport trying to find a place to eat and grab some magazines.
I ended up deciding to go to Panera Bread. I stood in line waiting when I was pushed and I almost fell over. “Rude.” I whispered under my breath. The guy who bumped into me turned around to see if he knocked over anything. The only thing he saw was me trying to regain my balance. He turned back around and made his way, rather quickly, out of the shop. I could only see that he was wearing a white v-neck shirt with salmon shorts. I made it to the counter, ordered, and sat down at the ledge, and began eating.
“Where to miss?” the cabbie asked.
“The bank please.” I responded. He nodded his head and started the meter. I still can’t wrap my head around the thought that my father left me three thousand dollars for a week. “What am I even going to use it for?” I said aloud.
“What was that miss?” he asked looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“Oh, nothing I was just talking to myself.” I said looking back at him. We arrived at the bank at a quarter-past eight. I briskly made my way into the cement-block building and I made my way up to the counter. It didn’t take long for me to get a teller.
“Yes, how may I help you?” she asked. I could tell by her body language that the happy voice she used wasn’t real.
“I would like to see how much I have in my account.” I told her. I gave her my identification for her to check. I glanced at my phone, eight-thirty. “If you don’t mind I’m in a hurry.” I spoke rather harshly to her. She looked up at me and gave a glare.
“You have 10,752.67.” she said. I said thank you and grabbed a mint on my way out the door. I hopped back into the cab that was waiting for me.
“The airport please.” I kindly told the driver as I buckled my seatbelt. We made our way there by weaving in and out of traffic. Should I really do this? Leave everything behind and start over? Questions started forming and going through my head all the way there. As we pulled up to the departure gate I felt my stomach drop. I brought my bags up to the counter and dropped them off. The clock started chiming and I looked up at it. It read 12 o’clock, three hours before my flight would leave. I casually strolled through the airport trying to find a place to eat and grab some magazines.
I ended up deciding to go to Panera Bread. I stood in line waiting when I was pushed and I almost fell over. “Rude.” I whispered under my breath. The guy who bumped into me turned around to see if he knocked over anything. The only thing he saw was me trying to regain my balance. He turned back around and made his way, rather quickly, out of the shop. I could only see that he was wearing a white v-neck shirt with salmon shorts. I made it to the counter, ordered, and sat down at the ledge, and began eating.
Notes
Sorry this chapter was so short. But they will get longer trust me.
