Survivor

3 > "Have you seen my eyelashes?" ~Miss Morrison

8 hours, 15 minutes and 37 seconds later, Mia and I were seated on one of the many metal seats at John F Kennedy International airport. The flight that was around 6 hours seemed more like 6 months with miss Morrison seated right across from us. Turns out it was possible for her to get even more annoying than what usually she was. The human species never cease to amaze me.

We had just landed around 15 minutes ago and the first thing our social worker did, was hightail it to the toilets. I made quick work of getting our suitcases and settled down to call miss Williams. She had given me a long speech along with Sebastian about calling them first thing when we landed. I spoke to them for 5 minutes before handing my phone over to Mia who was eager to speak.

Right now I was just exhausted and wanted to sleep. I couldn't sleep for the duration of the flight despite flying first class and I could feel it take it's toll on my body. I slouched further down on the seat and got comfortable. "Girls listen up," Miss Morrison's voice broke me out of my slumber. Dammit, just when I get comfy. I should've known.

"I'm being called back so I will not be able to wait here until your guardian arrives." She continued, as she touched up her make up using her phone as a mirror.

Well looks like we finally got rid of her.

"Aww sweetie" she cooed at Mia."Don't miss me already."

She grabbed Mia in a tight hug mistaking the tears in her eye as tears of sadness, not realising all the kid really wanted to do, was get an eyelash out of her eye. She broke their hug and stalked towards me and I smoothly side stepped her awaiting arms, bending down to pick my backpack of the floor.

No thank you, I don't do well with physical contact unless it is a selected audience. And plus I couldn't leave my backpack on the floor, now could I?

"It was a pleasure meeting you Giovanna" she faked a smile, looking at me. Now I may have not had the best upbringing, but I've picked up a few things here and there about the do's and don'ts regarding what is correct and what isn't. Not lying, was one of them.

I pulled my mouth into a tight lipped smile before replying, my voice a tad bit too sweet,"Wish I could say the same."

The shock visible on her face did not disappoint and happened to be the funniest sight I'd seen all day.

That honestly wasn't supposed to come out. I swear, I try to be nice but sometimes my mouth just doesn't co-operate.

She narrowed her eyes at me as I could hear Mia trying to suppress her giggles from behind us. Giving up she burst out laughing. "I'm sorr-, I'm sorry. But you should've seen your face!" She wheezed rubbing it even more into miss Morrison's face. I pulled my lips together trying hard not to laugh. This child will be the death of me.

"Thank you for escorting us here," I stuck my hand out for a handshake. She looked like she wasn't going to shake it, but did anyways after contemplating it for a moment. Giving her a firm handshake, I gave my nod in thanks and signalled to Mia to get her backpack. "I'll be on my way now," she stated as she brushed past the two of us.

I turned around to face Mia who still let out a few giggles every now and then. Trying my best to act serious, I failed the moment my eyes met hers, which were alight in amusement. "Really Rose, you need to watch you say." She chided, scolding me instead of it being the other way around.

"Now let's rehearse. I cannot have you going around being rude to everyone."

I raised an eyebrow, watching her, as she cleared her throat."Oh sweetie, darling, my love..." She reached her hand out towards me." It was such a pleasure meeting you. You my idol and I've wanted to meet you since forever."

"Laying on it a little thick aren't you? She wasn't that overjoyed to meet me," I deadpanned only to be blankly ignored by Mia who continued her impromptu performance.

She clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes furiously. "You have no idea- oh no!" She widened her eyes dramatically and looked around." Excuse me young man, have you seen my eyelashes?"

That done it. If it wasn't an airport, I'd be on the floor in fits of laughter. I doubled over clutching my stomach at Mia's impression of miss Morrison, which was terrifyingly spot on.
Not to mention her horrible imitation of a British accent.

Before our departure dear miss Morrison had some... Eye problems.

I kid you not, she had turned around and asked the guy behind her that question, as she frantically searched all over the floor for her missing fake lashes. The poor guy looked terrified, and stopped dead like a dear caught in headlights, his pale face showing the terror he felt.

And the fact that not even a second later, there was a loud rip, when she bent down... Then, well then he wanted to cry. Let's just say that miss Morrison had a bigger accident than intended.

And the poor soul gave her his Gucci jacket without a second thought before zooming off. He might've missed his flight, considering he was standing in the same gangway we were using to board the plane. Poor guy.

Here's some advice. Don't ever bend over in a skirt that's too tight for you. Bad things happen. Knowing that was my cue, I had grabbed Mia's hand and boarded the plane, settling down to wait for Miss Morrison to catch up. Having not found her eyelashes, her accident and us ditching her, she was in a foul mood.

Us outright laughing in her face again now...that had, had to add to her irritation. She's probably ecstatic that she's done with us. Honestly, the feelings mutual. All I can say is good riddance to bad rubbish.

After Mia's little impromptu performance, we sat down on one of the seats near the food court in the airport. Having received a text from Miss Morrison saying that my one of my brothers would receive us from the airport, we sat and waited. The woman wouldn't be able to face us again in her lifetime. I've got enough embarrassing stories on her to blackmail her for life.

With the extra time I had before we left California, Seb and I had tried searching the Accardi's up on the internet. The results were pretty shocking and by the end of a few articles on them, I'd concluded I found the wrong family.

I mean there could be other people with the same surname out there, right? Of course there is, who am I kidding? I mean, I'm related to multi-billionaires? Highly unlikely. Should've trusted my gut.

So now I sat here, hoping that the person that came to retrieve us, wasn't dressed in clothing more expensive than the monthly rent I payed back home.

And boy was I wrong.

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- Rain🖋