Spencer Carlin is a native Ohioan shipped off to Los Angeles to live with her older sister, a sous-chef named Laura. They’ve been on bad terms for most of their teenaged/adult years. The reason is simple, their mother. Laura was always attached to her mother’s apron while Spencer was the complete opposite. Yes, you guessed it. She was a daddy’s girl. A hardcore daddy’s girl.

“Dad, come on. Why do I have to go?” Spencer Carlin pouted.

“Laura and you have got to get over this little feud. It’s not healthy. She‘s your sister and she love‘s you very much.” He places a hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be good.”

“I don’t believe you. She hates me because of Mom leaving. Besides I don’t think her time in L.A. has changed her feelings towards me. A leopard cant change its spots.” I tell him.

“I don‘t think you‘re right Spencer. I think Laura loves you very much and she misses you.” My dad argued

Just as I was going to argue some more with him they announced that flight 620 to Los Angeles, California is now boarding. At that same instant I heard bells sounding my demise as I got out of the chair and grabbed my carry on.

“Honey you don’t have to be so dramatic, you wont die” Dad laughs. Did he hear them too or was he reading my mind. I’m still too upset to really care. He stands and embraces me in a hug. “I love you kid. Call me when you land.”

I nod and kiss his cheek, “Sure. Love you too.” I walk off towards the attendant, hand her my ticket and continue down the walkway. Towards my deliverer to hell, also known as the airplane.

As time goes by and we are in the air all I can think of is my sister. I wonder how’s she doing? How she lives? Does she have anyone special in her life? Does she miss me or think of me? It’s been forever since we last talked and even longer since we last laid eyes on each other. Truth is I’m happy, but you cant tell anyone. I’m positive she is too. Once upon a time we did like each other. We were actually kind of close.