Just leave me alone, chapter 7
"Flight E7760 to California is now boarding. Please go to gate 5 and have your tickets and passports ready at the appropriate page."
Emily looked round from were she was staring to. She was dressed in complete black along with a t-shirt with a name of a band that she never heard of. Her hair was a complete mess, as she had given up in trying to control it. It was pointless anyway. She hated her hair.
She looked towards the stampede that was now gate 5. So much for nice and orderly. They were all desperate to get on the plane. Parents, screaming children, couples singles, everyone was running to get in line.
Losers.
"Come on Em (she hates it when people call her that! Get it right, it's EMILY) let's get you on the plane" said Carol.
Slowly she began to stand up, from those uncomfortable airport plastic seats, only to be pushed over by a boy about the same age as her.
She fell to the ground with a thud, and hit her head on the base of the chair.
"Shit... sorry" he said in a husky/ concerned voice.
"S ok"
She felt a warm, soft hand touch hers and pull her to her feet.
When she found her legs she looked up at this soft handed guy. As she did she found him looking at her already with the pair of brightest eyes she had ever seen.
She must have been staring at him for ages because he then looked at her funny.
"You alright?" he said looking down at her in that sweet American accent.
"ye..........ye I'm.........good...........thanks."
"Sok" he said with a sweet smile "Nice shirt by the way"
Emily looked round from were she was staring to. She was dressed in complete black along with a t-shirt with a name of a band that she never heard of. Her hair was a complete mess, as she had given up in trying to control it. It was pointless anyway. She hated her hair.
She looked towards the stampede that was now gate 5. So much for nice and orderly. They were all desperate to get on the plane. Parents, screaming children, couples singles, everyone was running to get in line.
Losers.
"Come on Em (she hates it when people call her that! Get it right, it's EMILY) let's get you on the plane" said Carol.
Slowly she began to stand up, from those uncomfortable airport plastic seats, only to be pushed over by a boy about the same age as her.
She fell to the ground with a thud, and hit her head on the base of the chair.
"Shit... sorry" he said in a husky/ concerned voice.
"S ok"
She felt a warm, soft hand touch hers and pull her to her feet.
When she found her legs she looked up at this soft handed guy. As she did she found him looking at her already with the pair of brightest eyes she had ever seen.
She must have been staring at him for ages because he then looked at her funny.
"You alright?" he said looking down at her in that sweet American accent.
"ye..........ye I'm.........good...........thanks."
"Sok" he said with a sweet smile "Nice shirt by the way"
