Dear Diary,

I can't believe it's finally happening! I'm going to New York! The text message from my Aunt Linda saying that I could spend the weekend at her apartment made it official. My bags are packed, my phone is charged, my mum just finished lecturing me on how once I get off the plane I am never to leave Aunt Linda's side, and I am currently on the plane heading to NY. I've never been more excited in my life! The Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Empire State Building, Times Square, the Statue of Liberty, all waiting for me once I land. Which one do I go see first? Aunt Linda suggested we go to the museum first because it was her personal favorite when she was my age. Then again, she does make a living off of her artwork.

I've never actually seen my Aunt Linda before other than the pictures mum shows me from their childhood. When she was my age, 15, she had long black curls that just passed her shoulders, piercing green eyes that shone through the paper, and her nose was long, pointed, and slightly freckled. Her lips were always in a bright, cheery smile and in every picture she was wearing a beautiful sundress that rippled just under her knees. I have talked on the phone with her many times and her voice sounds like a million tiny angels singing on the other end. I can't wait to actually meet her in person.

Getting on the plane alone was a little scary, I have to admit. When Mum and Dad left me to board the plane alone I felt a little lost. I never liked being left alone by my parents. I always made sure I was never alone in the house, I never felt the need to go out on dates because they weren't there with me, and I dread the inevitable day when they won't be there for me anymore. Some kids my age call me strange or paranoid to think that way, but I think the true reason is fear. Fear that I will never see them again. Fear that I will have to leave everything I know and love behind and face the real world, so I made myself a promise. I vowed that, no matter what the world throws at me, I would not let it get the best of me or take away what is mine. Never, ever, ever. I swore that I will be the same person 20 years from now that I am today: an independent soul with strong tethers to my parents on my heart.

After taking one deep breath, I boarded the plane and sat in my seat, nervously twitching and glancing around at the other passengers. I followed my mother's directions and didn't talk to anybody. Well, other than you, of course. But I did eye a handsome young man about my age sitting in the aisle across from me, looking just as uncomfortable as I did. He had moderately long hair and nice, chiseled features on his face. His eyes were a lightning blue and he was biting on his bottom lip with his blinding white teeth. He looked like one of the male models from my favorite magazine. We made eye contact only once, and my cheeks surely must have been a scarlet color after that half second before I turned back to you and began writing again. I can tell that I am going to remember that face for a long time.

According to the captain, the plane will be arriving soon. I guess that also means I must put my book away. Until tomorrow?

Love, Maria

So, what do you think? I know it isn't my best, but I think it's kind of hard for me to write a light, free sort of thing. I tend to go darker, so this really was a challenge. Please review!