Hi, I'm kinda new at this, I usually write poetry, but for some reason I had the absolutely insane idea to write a book. I know my grammar absolutely sucks so I apologize in advance. Well, tell me what you think.
Mirir
Chapter One
“I promise I’ll be fine mom.” She looked down at me, her eyes pleading with me to stay.
“Did you pack your toothbrush?” She asked, wrapping her arms around me. I mentally went through the packing list, thinking.
“No—I left it on the counter.” She laughed at me, and pulled it out of her purse, wrapped in a plastic bag.
‘What would you ever do without me Beth?” We both laughed, but tears fell out of my mothers eyes like stars falling from a never-ending sky.
“Last cal for flight 110. Last call for flight 110.” The loudspeaker sang out over our laughter. I looked at her, suddenly aware of how much I loved her, and even more aware that I didn’t know when I’d see her again. She straightened, the ghost of the laugh still on her face, and kissed my cheek.
“Promise you’ll call when you get to your fathers,” I bent to pick up my bag, “And Beth,” I looked up into her face, her features slightly wary. “Don’t let him push you around.” I smiled at her, memorizing her light brown curly hair, the same as mine.
“I will, and don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I promise.” She gave me one lat hug, and I closed my eyes, breathing in her almost cinnamon smelling perfume. We broke away and I sprinted towards the terminal, people turning their heads as I ran. I arrived, huffing and puffing, at the gate and quickly handed over my boarding pass the other attendant.
“Well, you’re cutting it a little close,” She snapped at me. I smiled at her, pretending not to be perturbed by her sharp comment.
Moving through the tight aisle of the plane, I found my seat, 3D. Sitting to my right were a man and a small girl who was quite obviously his daughter. The father was already dutifully asleep—snoring through the rumble of the air conditioning that turned the plane in to a flying igloo.
I folded my arms across my chest, and rubbed my arms against the cold. The girl smiled at me, and then turned back to stare out the window, which was probably more interesting then me.
The plane engine began to roar, the seats shaking, and the plane began moving onto the tarmac like some insanely misbalanced bird.
I’d never known my father, and then about four months ago (March?) his lawyer showed up on our front porch, announcing that my father was suing my mom for joint custody. The last four months were only a blur of court dates and private meetings with social workers. In the end my Dad won, he had the better lawyer.
I glanced out the window at my hometown, it was shrinking into a miniature map, the little cars small enough to pick up and put in your pocket. I sighed, stuck my I pod in my ears and fell asleep.
“Miss, Miss,” Someone was shaking my shoulder; I looked up to see the man next to me with his hand lying gently on my shoulder.
“Sorry, but I need to get out. I have a connecting flight.”I looked up surprised; people were shuffling past me, slowing moving their way ot of the plane.
“Oh, sorry! I stood up, forgetting where I was, and smacked the top of my head against the ceiling. The man rolled his hiss at me and pushed past, dragging his little girl with him into the moving line. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment, and looked down to see my I pod on the ground.
A hand from behind me reached down and a flash of blue sparked. I blinked in confusion and my I pod was slipped back into my hand. I turned around, coming face to face with a curly-haired boy about my age. He flashed a brilliant smile at me, and I felt my heart flutter in my chest.
“Thanks,” I half whispered. He only nodded, still smiling at me.
“Are you going to go?” His finger pointed forward. I looked away from him in surprise. He stood there holding up the line and people were starting to crane their heads forward, trying to figure out what the hold up was.
“Oh thanks,” I murmured weakly. I reached down to grab my bag, but he handed it to me. I walked quickly down the aisle, feeling the breath of the boy on my neck. Before stumbling forward out onto the reception area he flashed me his glowing smiled, and I felt my heart flutter in m chest for the second time. I felt my face grow hot, so I lowered it so he wouldn’t see.
I sighed and stood there. Everywhere I looked people bustled around, I felt awkward standing there; having no purpose to move to—an island motionless in the sea.
“Elizabeth? Elizabeth Garner?” Another boy stood before me, an almost cocky smile on his face.
“Yes?” I asked, wondering who this was.
“Andrew Jacobi, your father sent me.” He held out his hand, expecting me to take it. Like the imbecile I was I stared at him for a full second before I gripped it. “Well should we get going?” He motioned towards the escalator that would lead to the baggage carousals. He seemed anxious, his face was focused on mine but his eyes searched behind me, looking. I half expected him to take my arm and drag me from the airport, he seemed that anxious.
We stared walking, and I took another side-glance up at him. There was a type of electrical buzz around him, making me feel powerless standing next to him. It was as if his confidence radiated out, until there wasn’t any more room for me.
We moved quickly through the airport as Andrew expertly navigated through the crowds, which seemingly parted to allow him through. The luggage carousals were almost empty, and I quickly located my three bags, my life packed into three suitcases. He grabbed two, and I picked up the third.
I looked up to my right and saw the sign that read ‘Parking Lot’ and started walking towards it. Andrew’s hand on my shoulder stopped me, midway through step.
“This way,” He motioned to the glass sliding doors and felling slightly irritated at being led around like a lost puppy I followed him out the door. A black shiny limo waited by the curve, its’ trunk already open.
I gapped at it—open mouthed. I knew my Dad had money, but I’d never expected that. Andrew turned and back to me after putting the two suitcases in the trunk. He took one look at my face and smiled his cocky smile. He took my last suitcase, put it in the trunk and opened the door. Ignoring my amazement I climbed in and sat down on one of the soft white leather seats. Andrew sat down next to me, and tapped the black gals and the limo slowly pulled out.
“Would you like a drink?” He asked pulling open the fridge.
“What?” I looked over at him; I’d been concentrating too hard on not cringing away from him, “Oh, a drink. Sure.” He tossed me a bottle of water.
“Thanks.”
“So Elizabeth I,”
“Beth.” I interrupted.
“What?”
“I like to be called Beth.”
He looked surprised. “Well Beth, the school has a dance this Friday, and your Dad thought you might want to go”—I took a sip of my water, did it taste funny? I probably just hadn’t had it before. “So I’m your date.”
Andrew looked at my face carefully. Stupid boy, he’s probably never been rejected before. Well, there was always a first time for everyone. I opened my mouth to tell him just what I thought of that insane idea. When my eyes closed against my will. The last thing I felt before I lost all consciousness was him wrapping an almost protective arm around me, and drawing me into his shoulder. My whole body protested against that action, but I no longer controlled the will. But his shoulder made a great pillow and I was much too tired to care by that point.
