"Jessie, wake up or you'll miss your ride." whoever was yelling was really working my last nerve. As you all ready guessed my names Jessie, I'm 18 and moving from London where my mother lives to New York where my brother lives. Was she happy I was leaving? No, but when our parents divorce he was 10 I was 5 so dad took him while I went with mother. Since I was 16 I've wanted nothing more than to be with my brother. Some say I have a brother complex, but I don't believe so.
"Jessie, wake up or you will miss your cab. Don't blame me if you have to keep living with me." my mother said sarcastically. If only she could understand I just missed my brother. It's like she never even cared.
"I'm up." Rolling out of bed I throw on yellow sundress and wedge hills. Combing my brunet hair I let it hang. Grabbing my hand bag I'm ready to walk out the door.
Mom kisses my head and says when i'm ready to come home to just call. With that I walk out the door catch my plane to the big apple.
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The flight didn't take too long. Doing my makeup and catching some more sleep time fly by. Walking to get my bag my nerves kicked in full gear. Thoughts ran through my head, What if he doesn't recognize me, What if I doesn't really want me around? I tried to get my mind straight and calm down.
After grabbing my bag I turn and see a big banner with my name written across it. Holding it up high was my father and brother. Dropping my bags I run at full speed not caring who see. Justin drops his end of the banner, opens his arms waiting for me to jump right in. All the fears and worries seemed to melt away. I knew in that moment he'd missed me as much as I missed him.