It’s been 6 years since the last time I saw her, but at least it’s a time when I’m so changed that I wanted her to see the new me. Her name is Spencer Carlin! She’s a little over 5 years older then me, but who says age matters anyways? What I remember of her was she was about 5’6, really petite, and dressed majorly preppy. She was cool when I was younger. She actually was my babysitter for a few years. But after me dad died and I moved away she became a near distant memory.

An hour and 57 minutes I spent of the damn plane, god my legs are aching so badly. Ok so I guess grandma will be outside the gate when I land. I hope so I’m not really familiar with Charlotte-Douglas airport. As I was waling off the plane I exited to my terminal and meet up with my grandmother. After we got over out 100 hugs and “I missed you so much.” repeats, we headed to the other end of the airport.

“Lets stop at Chili’s by the security check in, I think that Spencer is working today.” My grandmother said as my heart began to pound, so fast that I couldn’t hear out of my ears and I was holding my breath trying to calm it. Ash we approached the restaurant my grandmother walked to the host stand and asked for Spence.

“I am sorry ma’me she is off today.” The hostess replied

“Ok thanks you.” and we began to head for the exit. “I guess she is home then, I didn’t see her up this morning; I just figured that she had to work.”

“Yeah, she is probably there, hiding from buttons.” I said laughing. Buttons was my grandmother’s dog. I kid you not the dog is the ugliest thing alive; it’s a mix of terrier and Chihuahua. You can’t even be within 10 feet of the dog after it has been outside, the dog smells so bad.

I can’t help but to wonder in my thoughts now. I hadn’t seen this girl in 6 years; I wonder what she’s like. Will she like me? Is she as cool as she use to be? I wonder if she still remembers me at all. After getting back to the house from the airport I still had a state of nervousness etched into the back of my mind.