10
IVY
I could tell we were not in Kansas anymore as soon as we got off the private jet and a lick of cool fog kissed my cheeks.
“Wait a minute,” I put my arm out to stop my friend heading across the tarmac towards the arrivals area. “Is that the ocean?”
We went absolutely still and c****d our heads to listen.
“Bad asssssss,” Gigi said, and we sprinted to the edge of the lot and pressing our faces against the chain-link fence.
“You can smell it!” I took a huge whiff of the chilled breeze. “There’s actually salt in the air.”
My bestie bounced, whipping her fists back and forth in front of her chest, “This is where we belong, Ivy.” She stopped hopping and threw her arms around me. “I feel it!”
A surge of warmth flowed through my body, and I embraced her tightly. “I’m always the skept
