I was not having a good day. Sure,
i've had worse, like the time when I was playing truth or dare in
school (which, from experience, is not a good idea). I was dared
to jump out the first floor window during the class. It wasn't
that high so i thought 'what the hell!' and did it. Problem was,
the window i thought was open was actually closed. One trip to
A&E, four more dangerous incidents (that may or may not
include joy riding) and two suspensions later, my parentals
thought it would be better to try boarding school in England.
Whoopy fricken doo. So, two weeks later after a lot of bitching
and door slamming I was dumped at Newark airport. Of course my
parents didn't stay long ('your a grown up girl now, time you
made your own way in the world'). More like they wanted shot of
me asap. I supposed one plus side was the credit card in my back
pocket that had a direct link to daddy's bank account; the
perfect way to take revenge. After checking in, I wondered around
the airport, weaving through various holiday go-ers and business
people and dipping in and out of shops buying crap that I'd
probably never need. I sat down on one of the hard plastic seats
lining the place and contemplated my looming fate. I leaned my
head back and closed my eyes, listening to the hustle and bustle
of the crowd. 'I wonder how Leah's coping in Japan?' Day-dreaming
images of my sister dancing with pokémon in Tokyo, I started to
drift off to sleep.
"If you fall asleep you'll miss
your flight" said a somebody in a sing-song voice.
"Mum, let me sleep if you want to
live." I grumbled. The stranger let out a light chuckle.
"Sorry hun, but I'm not your mom."
It took a moment for my sleep clouded brain to register this.
Startled, I jumped and fell on to the floor with an 'oof'. The
mystery guy, who (for the record) bore no resemblance to my mum,
sat there, laughing. I stood up and brushed my jeans off.
Straightening my shirt, I took a moment to glance around to see
who else had witnessed my less-than-graceful wake up call. Nobody
seemed to have noticed, thank god.
"Well, that was interesting. Is
that how you normally get up in the mornings?" I blushed in
embarrassment. I struggled to try and come up with a witty
comment when he shoved his hand in my direction.
"The name's Frank Anthony Iero."
Gingerly I took his hand and shook it.
"Alexandrea Cordelia Ellisson. And
I only fall every other third day. I congratulate you on being
able to witness my kultz-ness." He wrapped his arm around my
"And it was adorable."
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