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THE BIG CITY LIGHTS

By Idat-Flame

Chapter One: First Impressions are Important

                “No Dad, it’s alright. Yes I’m fine.” I paused to take a deep breath, holding my hand over the telephone receiver to keep the exasperated tone of my sigh from causing my over concerned father to worry more than he already was. It had only been several hours since I had bid my father, Charlie, farewell as he took me as far as the airport security staff would allow him; the flight itself from Regina International Airport to Pearson Airport in Toronto had only taken a little over five hours to complete.

“You brought me here in June, remember? I know it’s a bigger city than Wilcox, most places are.  Just trust me and calm down a little bit. I’m here, all in one piece, and I even have all of my things. If something had happened, do you think I we would be having this conversation?”  I smiled a little bit, a hint of a giggle leaking past my own nervousness. Prior to the flight I had been nervous, thought now I could admit that the feelings of unease had been uncalled for. While it was true that I had spent the last four years of my life living with Charlie in the small town of Wilcox, Saskatchewan, I had grown up with my mother, Renée, out in Victoria on the West Coast. Victoria, at least, could content with Toronto when it came to size and population.

“I know, Bella, I know. But a father is allowed to worry about his only daughter; especially when she’s going to school so far from home. You found the house alright, no cabbies giving you trouble? Are you going to the campus with Ms. Roberts later, so you can get a feel for it?” I could tell that Charlie was trying very hard to keep himself in check; I was actually surprised that he managed to pause for breath between his questions. Rolling my eyes, an action I knew he would expect of me, I cleared my throat to cut off his incessant stream of questions.