Personal Narrative Fiction

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Watching the blue sienna merge into the busy flow of traffic the PDX, airport, I took a deep breath as I braced myself for the journey I was about to embark on. Flying miles from the relaxed Portland to the vibrant and roaring Houston alone for the first time was pretty uncanny for my fourteen -to-be-fifteen teen self. Up until that point I’d always flown with my older brother, and I felt comfortable in his presence. This time I was alone, and anxious about navigating the notoriously confusing PDX. Finally I turned around and walked into the sliding glass doors, reassuring my fate for the next seven hours. I would have thought that locating the security check point wouldn’t have been that hard, but I was extremely overwhelmed by the amount of people and intimidating large metal things in the lobby. The older Indian- American woman watched me with tired eyes as I approached her, me nearly losing my roll-around bag from my sweaty palms. “Excuse me, where is security?” The woman duly pointed me toward the left, and I began walking after a hurried “thank-you” so as to calm my nerves. Of course there were about 10 metal looking objects with lines in front of them. I decided on which one looked like security, and proceeded on my way. To my…show more content…
Unsurprisingly, I became completely engrossed in Katness and Petea’s discussion of winning the game, and was bewildered when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. An older man was standing behind me, smiling politely. “Where ya off to?” he asked me, while acknowledging the growing gap that had developed between me and the person in front of me. “Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” I replied embarrassedly, quickly gathering up my stuff and closing the gap. I decided to put away any distractions and keep myself focused on the task at hand. “I’m going to

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