Chapter 1

chapter 1 of 'Where?'

"Zach! Come down! We need to get going!"

"Ok mom! Coming!" Without any enthusiathm, I responded.

 

The night seems so much longer right now. The taxi driving us to the airport could drive so much slower too! In my mind, it's going too fast! This news struck me too fast as well! Haven't any time to even say good-bye.

 

The cab, coming at a stop, dropped us at the airport. We took our luggage out of the trunk. One-by-one we unloaded them. I watched the cab leave afterwards. Oh how I wish I could go along! But wishes just don't come true do they? Staring blank, and once-and-for all, into the Californian night, I was restruck by memories. Great ones too! They were hidden inside the stars which suddenly disappeared when a hand dragged at my shoulder. I turned and lagged into the airport, leaving behind memories.

 

We were off. Off into the sky. Looking down, I saw my past and what I wished would be my future. Smiling as I came by each of them, but sorrow striking me when they disinegrate behing clouds. I sighed and pulled out my earphones, plugged them in, trying to listen to music. The sound of blues seemed decent right now. The lonely tune whispering through my eardrums. I felt my eyes water. Hoping no one would notice, I buried my head into my pillow. The tune continued to hum. Pretty soon, I found myself crying. Tears cascading down my face like a waterfall. My mom wrapped her arm around my shoulder in support.

 

"It'll be alright, Zach!"

"How mom? How?"

"Massachusetts will be just like Beverly Hills and..."

"How can you say that?" I cut in, "How is Massachusetts anything like Beverly Hills? How?"

 

I didn't receive a response. Not even one screaming at me telling me to get a grip. Sighing again, I yanked the earphones out of the radio. I openned my window a peep. Staring outside. The houses and buildings below my eyes seems unfamiliar. Leaning back, I closed my eyes. But I was insomniac.

 

Hours passed, feeling like minutes. We unboarded at the Boston Logan. After claiming our luggage, we got a ride from another cab. Already, I noticed differences. I've been shivering since I got here. Why is it so cold? It's only September and it's like 50* outside! Huddling myself, I continued to stare out at the streets. So quiet and lonely they were. I was right, Massachusetts is different. Everything was different, even the night. Stars shown so differently in my eyes. I miss my old life. My life as Zachary Zuyler the movie star not Zachary Zuyler, an average teenager. Now, time seems to be slowing itself. We were dropped off at a house, I think that's where

I'd spend the rest of my time in hell. Off we go with our luggage again.

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