Classic Sauce (Pt. 3)

Hours passed on the plane and I became to feel a bit more at ease with the idea of my forced relocation. _This may do,_ I thought to myself as the inner core of me, the part that wanted to remain fighting cried, _NO! These folks are too classy for you. You won't fit in. You will be shunned!_ I, again, began to doubt my mother's decision. I still felt out of place and ousted. But, as I looked down again at the landscape below, I realized that I was going there whether I wanted to or not. This was going to happen.

Maybe I could force myself into this mold. Or maybe I could force them around me. What if I became royalty?

After the plane touched down, I exited and made my way to the baggage claim. As I turned, holding my meager belongings, I spied what look to be a member of the local police force holding a crude sign with my name plastered upon it. _What have I done this early in the game,_ I wondered. But my feet didn't wait to hear a response. I turned back behind the crowd and disappeared.