Characterization

Goodbye Snow Hello Sun

There is a young woman who lives in a far away desert where it never rains and it shines all the time. Her parents took her away at an early age from the big city of Chicago. She has never had the chance to miss the snow or her once called home. From the moment she arrived in Tucson the heat was overwhelming, but at the same time intoxicating. Her story is like any other trying to make her mark on the world. She is a typical girl with hazel greens eyes and brown hair. Gina is 21 years old and a bit of a girly girl with her own qirks.
Like her love for the oldies like her girls Donna summer, the Supremes, Martha and the Vandellas, and the queen of gospel, Aretha Franklin..
Gina is the type of girl that over prepares. For instance on her 2008 Euro summer trip, Gina could not go without her entire closet. She had to be prepared for every situation; sweaters for the cold, bathing suits for the beach, extra shirts in case no washing machine, medicine for allgries, stomach pain, headaches and even cough drops for a cough. Not to mention the number of shoes. She took a suitcase that was twice her size!
Silly Gina. She didn’t take into consideration the weight difference between American airlines and European airlines when it came to baggage; which might have been a helpful to know when she was originally packing.
Needless to say she ran in to a bit of trouble. Because there were plenty of flights left for her to board, she felt that when it came time to weigh her luggage, she’d get a flight without a problem. She suddenly came to realize this wasn’t so and there after made every trip to the airport to be a living nightmare.
The memory of boarding in the London airport left a burning sting in her memory, and decided that after being there she knew what Hell is like.
As matter of fact, Hell is a woman with red hair working the scales in the airport with the look of irritation strewing in her eyes as she watched Gina approach the counter who was bright eyed and all smiles. Silently as the woman watched with bitterness and a smirk on her pasty face, she thought, bullocks, another American.
With no doubt or worry in Gina’s mind, she patiently watched the numbers rise on the scale; after all, this was not the first airport she’s been to since the beginning of her journey.
The bright eyes, the angelic smile, the calm and cool exterior she was notoriously known for, flew out the window like a bat out of hell, as the devil with greasy red hair said, “Take the ticket to the counter on your right hand side to pay your fee for exceeding the weight limit.”
As the woman began to explain the weight limit difference compared to the United States, Gina stood in silence waiting for this devilish woman to shut her tea stained yapper. Meanwhile, the friend she was traveling felt the need to yell at her to pay the fee and keep a move on.
If there is one thing Gina is known for is speaking up when she feels she’s in the right. She refused to just “keep a move on;” two hundred dollars was a lot of money! The clock was ticking, people in line were losing their patience ever so quickly, her friend seemed to get more nervous by the second, and the devil herself looked upon Gina with fire in her eyes.
With speedy hands, Gina opened her suitcase right there at the check-in line and began to rearrange everything. Jeans were thrashed and sweaters flew out of the suitcase as if they had wings. Anything heavy that could be taken out was shoved into her already stuffed backpack and duffle bag and evenly exchanged for lighter items to be put in her suitcase.
With arms full of sweaters, jackets and other pieces of clothing, she anxiously watched the scale yet again. Her skilled hands, her fast movement and determined will, saved her one hundred and thirty dollars. It mattered not that a whole line of passengers were beginning to emit steam with anger because they were losing their patience, neither did it matter that the employee who was helping her in fact hated her job and tried to make someone else’s life miserable because of her terrible choice in employment. Hell, not even public humiliation from her traveling partner could bring her down.
Everyone has a personal hell, and as most experiences there is redemption to be found. Gina was not about to give in and let some lady having a bad hair day and an English accent ruin it for her. Never. An event like that wouldn’t happen in Tucson, and she surely was not going to let it happen in London. That’s just the kind of girl she is.