Post by thunderhead4evr on Nov 18, 2015 17:29:45 GMT -5
Okay, so I have not written very many stories, but this one I will keep updated, but only if you guys want me to. Please let me know what you think so far..
When the plane touched down, the first thought I had was, “Oh my God, I’m in Ireland!” and my second thought was “OH MY GOD! I’M IN IRELAND!!”. My name is Casey Jackson and here’s my story of how I found love in tragedy, and happiness in sadness. I am 19 years old and was born in America, like my parents, but my grandmother was born in Dublin, Ireland, and my grandfather was born in Glasgow, Scotland, and I wanted to see what it was like where I came from, so I am studying abroad. Both my grandparents passed away just months before I left, so doing this is now hard, but I’m determined to try.
Casey’s POV
As I stepped off the plane, there was barely any light left in the beautiful Irish sky, and I thought, “How lucky am I to be here?” I look for the sign that says ‘Jackson.’ When I don’t see it, I start to get a little worried. “Oh no! How am I supposed to get to my house from here if I can’t even leave the airport?!” My new house was in Derry, and the airport is in Dublin. That could be a little bit of a problem. I look down at the ground, going to pick up my luggage. “Well, I will at least have all of my stuff with me.” I thought. As I was stupidly was looking down at my phone, going to call the driver, walking to get my luggage, I bump into something, or should I say, someone very solid, and fall backwards. “Oh my god! I’m so sor..” I look up and see a handsome, very familiar face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” he said. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m fine, thank you.” I replied. “Oooh, an American.” He teased. “What?” He asked, seeing my worried face. I found my voice just in time to answer. “I’m alright, just a little worried. I can’t find my car to take me to Derry, where my house is. I don’t have a car just yet..” I explained. “I’m sorry, I wish I could help,I live there, but I’m headed out.” he told me. Oh, well, there goes that hope… “It’s alright. Good luck” I wished him to stay, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. Heck, I didn’t even know who the guy even was. “T’anks. You too!” He smiled a gorgeous smile. “Thank you!” I smiled back. We just stared at each other for a while, then someone broke the silence “Damo, come on! Stop starin’ we’ve got to catch the plane or Sharon’ll kill us!” Hmm, that voice sounded kinda familiar too. “Comin’, Keith!” he yelled back. “Bye!” he smiled then ran off, leaving me speechless. “Bye.” I whispered. Oh, well... Ooh, good, I see the sign. Thank God. “Wow, I can’t wait...to go to bed! Haha.” I thought. “Jackson?” asked the driver. “Yes, that’s me.” I replied. “Here, Miss. Let me take that for you.” He then proceeded to take my luggage and put it in the trunk. He opened the door for me. “Thank you.” He nodded and got in the car. “Here we go. Welcome to Ireland.” He smiled kindly. “Thank you!” I smiled back, and we were on our way.
When the plane touched down, the first thought I had was, “Oh my God, I’m in Ireland!” and my second thought was “OH MY GOD! I’M IN IRELAND!!”. My name is Casey Jackson and here’s my story of how I found love in tragedy, and happiness in sadness. I am 19 years old and was born in America, like my parents, but my grandmother was born in Dublin, Ireland, and my grandfather was born in Glasgow, Scotland, and I wanted to see what it was like where I came from, so I am studying abroad. Both my grandparents passed away just months before I left, so doing this is now hard, but I’m determined to try.
Casey’s POV
As I stepped off the plane, there was barely any light left in the beautiful Irish sky, and I thought, “How lucky am I to be here?” I look for the sign that says ‘Jackson.’ When I don’t see it, I start to get a little worried. “Oh no! How am I supposed to get to my house from here if I can’t even leave the airport?!” My new house was in Derry, and the airport is in Dublin. That could be a little bit of a problem. I look down at the ground, going to pick up my luggage. “Well, I will at least have all of my stuff with me.” I thought. As I was stupidly was looking down at my phone, going to call the driver, walking to get my luggage, I bump into something, or should I say, someone very solid, and fall backwards. “Oh my god! I’m so sor..” I look up and see a handsome, very familiar face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” he said. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m fine, thank you.” I replied. “Oooh, an American.” He teased. “What?” He asked, seeing my worried face. I found my voice just in time to answer. “I’m alright, just a little worried. I can’t find my car to take me to Derry, where my house is. I don’t have a car just yet..” I explained. “I’m sorry, I wish I could help,I live there, but I’m headed out.” he told me. Oh, well, there goes that hope… “It’s alright. Good luck” I wished him to stay, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. Heck, I didn’t even know who the guy even was. “T’anks. You too!” He smiled a gorgeous smile. “Thank you!” I smiled back. We just stared at each other for a while, then someone broke the silence “Damo, come on! Stop starin’ we’ve got to catch the plane or Sharon’ll kill us!” Hmm, that voice sounded kinda familiar too. “Comin’, Keith!” he yelled back. “Bye!” he smiled then ran off, leaving me speechless. “Bye.” I whispered. Oh, well... Ooh, good, I see the sign. Thank God. “Wow, I can’t wait...to go to bed! Haha.” I thought. “Jackson?” asked the driver. “Yes, that’s me.” I replied. “Here, Miss. Let me take that for you.” He then proceeded to take my luggage and put it in the trunk. He opened the door for me. “Thank you.” He nodded and got in the car. “Here we go. Welcome to Ireland.” He smiled kindly. “Thank you!” I smiled back, and we were on our way.