I love airplanes. I love the way they fly and shake. A lot of people always ask me, 'Taylor, aren't you scared of crashing?' I always simply reply with a no. If we were to crash, I'd equip my secret parachute and fly out. Of course, I am yet to come into contact with a parachute, so it is a project trying to happen. Would they even allow parachutes on an airplane? Probably not if they were smart. It felt kind of lonely on the plane. Both my parents sent me off on my own. I was one of those kids that doesn't have a guardian taking them to the airport. The guy next to me smelt like pure fish. I hated fish to my core, so it was also an unbearable two hour flight.

I was so exhausted from last night. My head was pounding and my laptop was close to dead. One hour of sleep doesn't help anyone. Why did I only get one hour? I wrote for the longest, but once I was getting ready to sleep, Rachel called me on Skype so I had to answer. Yes, she called me that late at night. It was around three o' clock as well. It turned out that she couldn't sleep because of how much she missed me. I can't help but be touched by her words. The airplane shook violently as it lowered. I saw the land below me come closer, and the ants came into view as airport security. I cheered silently for another safe flight.

People shuffled out of the airplane behind me. Of course, me being a lonely child, I was aloud to go first. I pat my floral dress down and pushed my sunglasses up. I felt like a movie star, and I so badly wanted to strike a pose that screamed Taylor Reginald. Yeah, I'm pretty full of myself aren't I? I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 9:00 am. I nodded my head in acceptance. My tennis shoes made a squeaking sound on the newly cleaned floor. I looked above. The baggage was coming close and I sped up. It was too quiet where I was. My mind roamed the possibilities of someone around a corner waiting to jump.

The Baggage Claim sign washed away my worries and I ran. I always wondered if someone could steal your bags. The thought terrified me of someone having my precious laptop to read all my embarrassing stories. My face burned red just thinking of it. So many secrets for them to spill. I wanted to faint and my hands felt sweaty.

My bag was a ravishing neon purple with a white zipper ready to be pulled. I hurled my body over the conveyer belt and grabbed it. There wasn't a scratch or sign of some unwanted hands grabbing something, but I wasn't going to let that fool me. I zipped open a small hole to see if my laptop was inside. It was, and just because my mom would kill me if I didn't check for anything else, I checked for everything else. My face was beaming as I closed my suitcase full of success.

My eyes trailed the room. She was late as usual. I groaned and checked my phone. Rachel, being the paranoid nerd she was, had called me five times before assuming I was on the plane. I let a small laugh escape the grasp of my lips. She was unstoppable, but I couldn't help but say unique. I looked up from my phone to see a frantic Karen. My smile dropped as she smoothed her white hair out before smiling at me. She was always trying to be perfect under the public eye. I stared back at her. She was bundled in a winter coat, and I had noticed how freezing it was. I brushed past people to meet her. Karen's face had wrinkles in just the right places. It defined her facial features in such a beautiful way. She grabbed my arm and gasped in disappointment. I could tell why. I had come in clothes not appropriate for the weather around me which was quite irresponsible of a young diva like myself. She shooed me out the airport.

"It snowed last night. Sorry for such a long wait, but an accident happened on the highway. You remember the snow up here, right?" She asked before staring at my hair. I rolled my eyes as she opened the door allowing the cold air to enter. It kissed along my soft cheeks-the color of my lips turned a light mix of pink and purple which I could only imagine how weird I looked. "It gets around eight inches sometimes! Probably like mountains to the people back in Georgia," Karen joked. I felt like she wasn't even directing the statement at me but to herself. I mustered a small smile at her as we walked to her truck. I scrunched my nose up at it. Nobody even drives trucks anymore, and it showed how disgusting this place was. I slid open the door and got into the front seat. "Hm. Look at you! Getting in the front seat like you're some adult!" She laughed at her own jab, "Just yesterday you were riding in the back seat singing your ABC's."

"I'm sorry grandmother, but I've never been to Michigan in my life," I interrupted turning the heater on. She froze holding the steering wheel-her knuckles were pale in the cold. "Taylor, you used to live here," Karen said as the color returned to her face again. She had brushed me off once again. I let out a sigh and watched the mist from my hot breath enter the freezing air. My hair fell in front of my face as she drove in silence. Whatever conversation we had was dead just like our broken relationship. I was used to it by now. The occasional calls from Karen were awkward and quiet. I had nothing to tell her about school, and the fact that she could easily forget my birthday hurts. Yes, Karen has forgotten my birthday many times before in the past. She was right about Detroit though.

The snow is thick and soft at the same time-the urge to fall into it grows strong inside of me. My vision just looks more foggy from the mist in the air. A large urban house comes into view as she parks. I get out and lug my suitcases with me—leaving an imprint behind my tracks. She opens the door, and we enter the cozy house. This would be my home for two weeks I suppose. She sets her stuff down and left a smile on her face.

"Would you like some breakfast?" She asked me. I felt older at that moment. I could have anything at a simple command which was quite pleasing. I tapped my finger to my lips before deciding my first big decision of the time spent here in Michigan.

"I want pancakes, rainbow pancakes to be exact"