Eleven

Today there is a dreary feel in the air. Last night there was murder. Sile N' Bhron was killed by Cleake. It was brutal stabbing. A murder? In this small town? First a robbery now a murder. This is the last straw I need to get out of this town. My flight leaves tomorrow just in time to get out of town from the craziness. I can't help but to feel guilty leaving at a time of such sorrow, grief, and anger. I have no choice but to leave. I am moving on to bigger things in my life, but I will never forget the people and town that made me who I am. Tonight I will pay my respects and in the morning I will be on a plane to Jamaica. Last night I spent time grieving with the town, finished packing and went to sleep. I couldnt help but feel the excitement and edreniline of the fact I was leaving and embarking on a new life. My plan was to enroll in school when I come back but who knows maybe I'll love it so much I won't come back. I woke up around five o'clock, showered and called a cab. It was so early but I didn't feel the least bit tierd. I have been packed for weeks and I finally was bringing my bags downstair. The cab ride felt like Christmas morning. I was so enthralled wih excitement that my whole life seemed a blur I could only think about the future. I got to the airport went through security, grabbed a bit to eat, and sat at my gate anxiously awaiting to board the plane. I had a direct flight to Jamaica. They finally called my don't one, zone five. I was the first in line went and sat in my seat and prepared myself for my life to change. Aolder man came and sat down in the seat next to me, didn't speak a word, sat down, buckled nhis seat belt, and set his arm o the arm rest. On his wrist was a braclet that matched mine exactly. My mind started racing, everything I had prepared for had just changed. Could this really be him? Looks like my life was about to go through a drastic change as planned just in a completely different way. It seems that I truly am going to find myself, more than expected on the this trip.b