Josie Said Josie: A Narrative Fiction

“Wake up,” Josie Said to me as she pulled the comforter off of my bed. “Five more minutes,” I slowly griped. “No, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I got up, my bones aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs I headed. When I go down the never ending stairs, I went to the kitchen to get me a glass of orange juice—a glass fresh from our small city of Destin, Florida. I drank the entire glass in under a minute. (That was a personal record of mine that changes from time to time). When I got done drinking the orange juice, I went to Josie's room to see what I needed to pack. Once I reached the top of those darn stairs, I went in search
I found my suitcase and laid it on my bed. I then went to my dresser that housed my clothes, and opened it to pick up most of the volume of the drawer and awkwardly walk over to my suitcase and I then dumped it all in. Besides the daily necessities, I got my phone charger, my Dolce&Gabbana cologne that I loved, and my Apple MacBook. A little bit of time passed and I was finally ready to leave. When I hopped into my family's SUV, my dad finally told us where we were going, New York City. I had heard so many bad things about that city, the crime; assault, murder, and drug trafficking, and then I thought to myself about the possibility of a second Sept. 11th…I just got goosebumps. Ever since the act of terrorism I had been afraid of that city. To be perfectly honest, I was for once in my life afraid. Some time passed and we were finally at the airport in Georgia. “Flight 4709, now boarding. The flight will be leaving the airport approximately in 25 minutes.” My anxiety was literately killing