Landing in Mexico City

[SleepyPlayz 52]

Agustin grabbed his wrist, staring at the floor, as he walked towards the airport once more counting the tiles from the crosswalk. It wasn’t that long since the last time he was here, and it wouldn’t be the last time he’d be at the airport, at least he was realistic with himself. He stared at the floor, the only words that spun around in his mind were depressing. He sighed, looking back up at the airport. Yay, he’d been drafted, What else was he supposed to say? There’s no excitement in a world that’s been heavily grayed. Minus the occasional colors here and there, there wasn’t much to be excited about.

 

The last few weeks had been really rough on him, though doing very little reflection on why exactly he felt the need to hate everything. Well, he knew why; he wasn’t getting what he wanted. Not getting what he wanted made him sound more like a spoiled child rather than a person who could live on their own though. It was something that he didn’t want to think about or something along those lines. He knew exactly why he’d be feeling super unhappy with himself, yet he didn’t want to confront it. Something was telling him that it’s a multitude of reasons; being trans and not being seen as what he identified as by people around him was one thing, the fact that he didn’t have a very good upbringing, the fact that he was a teenager that thought he was right with every situation, and he wasn’t the best at controlling his emotions because he wasn’t in the best situation mentally when he came over to the Americas. America was very scary; not just the United States, but the entirety of America. It was larger than the Philippines and every person he met, it was like there was a wall between him and them that prevented him from talking to them.

 

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The money Saskatoon had given me for that season should be able to keep me afloat for just long enough to make it in Mexico City. That was the way I was going to handle this. It might be enough to at least get me to live alone. I don’t know what the legal age of buying a home or renting one is, though. I never looked it up. With my own apartment, I’d have privacy instead of having to deal with someone screaming at me to stop breaking everything. They were never able to get it, so why do they have to ruin the things that I do? Whatever. The window seat was nice, watching the clouds pass by and sleeping on the plane was… peaceful enough for a single stop in the flight. It was about 12 hours total to get from Canada to Mexico. That’s all I could really say about my flight honestly, it wasn’t anything special. Not like it’d have to be something special anyways.

 

Once the plane landed, I heard clapping from people in the other rows. What the hell. Why was everything so noisy all of a sudden, the plane just landed. It’s not like someone just said something inspirational. Screw this, I hate these people. It doesn’t matter who they are or who they think they are, even. I can’t believe them. It was way too cramped in here for people to start clapping, and with how loud the clapping was, I think I was more than right. At least I had headphones in, that dulled the noise down at least a little bit. I stared into the airplane screen as it faded to black. I wanted to hit it. Fuck this plane and fuck these people. 

 

The plane touched down and I immediately grabbed my shit. Well, more, it was passed to me and I just put it on my back again. I asked the person who’d been sitting next to me if they could get it; “Sure, here.” Something about the way people acted started pissing me off now. THey were so obnoxious and annoying. 

 

People began deboarding the plane, and most went to the baggage claim. I skipped that part, I didn’t have much to bring so I didn’t pack as much. Most of the stuff in here was tech stuff that he could use to contact family and people who he just needed to be in contact with.