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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