Fly Away Home
A memoir about the ups and downs in life and the back and forth travels of a multicultural family.


This is a preview to the chapter GIrL MEETS FATE from the book Fly Away Home by Maggie Myklebust.
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The next day at lunch Ellen told me what she knew about Tony. His family was Italian, he was the youngest, the only Honda 100 motorcycle and although he wasn’t old enough to drive it, he did, around the neighborhood that is. He lived in a house on the water and had a boat. His father was a car dealer, his mother drove a Cadillac and apparently they had money. He was a year ahead of us at school and he hung out mostly with Goog.

“He asked about you, on the bus this morning,” Ellen said, smiling.

“What did he say?” I asked, pushing my lunch tray to the side as I suddenly lost my appetite.

“He said you were cute and he asked what your name was.

Oh, and for your telephone number,” she answered, between bites.

“You better not have given it to him!” I barked.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t do that to you, Maggie May. I know you like Harry and in just seven more months we’ll be back in Norway.” She smiled.

Seven months was a long time to sit in and wait to go back to Norway, so after a considerable amount of persuasion, I gave in and we went back to Goog’s garage the following night. It was a beautiful starry night, the air was cool, but still, and as we approached I saw the garage door was open this time. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I fought the overpowering urge to run again. I wished there were more girls around, but there was only me, Ellen and the same girl as last time. Her name was Debbie and she just happened to live next door to Goog. Like us, she was in her sophomore year, unlike us, she smoked, had a bit of a reputation and seemed much more relaxed around boys than us.

We were only half-way up the driveway when Goog, Tony and two other boys came walking towards us. I found the names of the other two boys were Kevin and Lee. Ellen knew them all from the bus and had no trouble talking with them, while I didn’t know what to say.

To my relief Tony didn’t seem to pay any attention to me this time, which gave me a chance to get a better look at him. To do this without him realizing, I quickly shifted my gaze from one boy to the other. Tony seemed much taller the night before, but I could see he was no taller than me. His hair was thick, dark and wavy. It was hard to make out the color of his eyes, but I assumed they were as brown as his hair. His best feature was by far his complexion, it was flawless, and his cheeks had a healthy, rosy, glow. Perhaps Tony wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, although there was still the weight issue. I wouldn’t call him fat, but he was definitely on the chubby side.

Penetrating my mental inspection I heard Ellen ask, “So, what do you think Margaret?”
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