Chapter One ~ The Start
"Mom! Mom!" Eva yells and starts snapping to get mom's attention.
"Stop making so much noise! There are other people around." Mom says, looking up from her book, "What do you need?"
"Can I have some chips?" Eva whines, "I'm starving!"
"Our flight leaves in ten minutes, I think you can wait." Mom answers, then went back to reading.
"We never had dinner!"
"I said you can manage!"
I start putting my things away. My notebook, waterbottle, pencil case, all go back into my bag. I was dreading going on this "vacation" for months. It was hardly a vacation, I had to spend time with my psycho cousins and their brainless parents. It was also wasting my summer! My Junior year summer, wasted! I wanted to stay here, in good ol' New York City, but no. I was out voted, we were going to London.
I keep my phone in my hand, expecting a text from Remi or Kathryn. Remi was already in Toronto spending time with her mom and Kathryn was at her house. Neither of them were going to be anywhere near me.
"Flight 142 to London, boarding now." A young lady says over the intercom.
"Quinn, put your phone away." Dad tells me, picking up his bag, "We have to board."
"Do I have to? I could just stay home alone!" I say.
"We already paid for your tickets, so no. You should be excited! You've never been abroad before." Mom interupts.
"I've been to Canada with Remi." I say.
"That was Niagra Falls, it doesn't count." Dad responds.
Everybody in the waiting area starts to stand up, so mom dashes over to the line to save us a spot. The rest of the family quickly catches up to her. The line was slow moving and it took fifteen minutes for the man at the desk to check our tickets.
"Have a good vacation!" He says, cheerily.
"I wish." I mumble under my breath.
Everyone files down the corridor to the plane, squeezes down the isle. Mom and dad bought what were, apparently, "the best seats in the house". There is a lot of leg room, but besides that, nothing else is special about them. There was only two, so mom and dad had to sit across the isle. I claim the window seat, get comfortable, and the flight attendents do their safety instructions. I don't pay attention and neither does Eva, she already has her earbuds in. Does anyone listen to the instructions?
"I love this song." She leans toward me and whispers. She shows me her phone. Justin Bieber's "Sorry".
"No 13 year old likes Justin Bieber. Listen to something your age." I say, "How about Maroon 5?"
"You just shut your mouth." Eva retorts, "You listen to the Eurythmics for heaven's sake! No other 17 year old listens to them."
"That music's good compared to this trash." I say, handing her the phone back, "And it's 'Eurythmics'. Not 'the Eurythmics'."
I look at my phone. It's 7pm and I have no texts. They must be having fun if they are forgetting about me.
"This is your captain speaking. We are ready for take-off. Please buckle your seatbelts." The man on the intercom says.
I watch the final trucks drive away from the runway and the person in the orange vest waves the plane down the runway. It starts lifting off the ground as I feel pushed back into my seat. I watch New York City disappear into the past as the ocean overtakes the view. After thirty minutes, the ocean is all I can see.
"I don't like this." I say to Eva.
"Come again?" She asks, taking out her earbuds.
"I said, I don't like this!" I repeat.
"Wait, let me guess! You want to be home! With Kathryn and hanging out with your friends."
"Pretty much... and I also don't want the plane to crash in the middle of the ocean."
"Oh, well. That sucks." Then she puts her earbuds back in.
I sigh, then take my pillow out of my bag and lean against the window. I wish I was back in our apartment, eating popcorn, watching Grey's Anatomy. It would be so much better than sleeping on a plane. I send Remi and Kathryn a selfie, with the caption, "miss you guys <3", then put my phone away. I watch the sun disappear over the horizen as I slowly drift off to sleep.
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