We're Not Alone

Chapter 2

The airport's busy. Busier than when we landed here just under a year ago, but still we have been driving around for 10 minutes trying to find a parking space, and I haven't seen one plane land or take off the whole time.

"There's one up there," I say suddenly.

"Where?"

"To the left."

"Oh, yeah I see it." We pull into the space, take our seat belts off and pull our bags from the boot.

We walk for what feels like a million kilometers into the terminal to check our bags in. Our plan was to wait until twelve to check our bags in, but between the traffic on the way to the airport, trying to find a car park and walking into the terminal, it was five to twelve anyways. So we check our bags in, go through security and get some McDonalds for lunch.

"What do you want?" Dad asks me.

"Um, some fries and a parfait, please."

"Okay, can you go and find us a seat and I'll bring it over."

"Yep," I answer walking away with my backpack hauled over my shoulder. I walk over to a table by a window and wait for Dad to bring our lunch over. I sit on the seat, and dig through my bag to find my phone. I couldn't find it for about a minute when I remember that I put it into one of the front pockets. Crisis averted. I haven't gotten any texts so I send a text to Paisley;

in the airport, be in Texas in 3 hours xx

Dad places the tray in front of me, so I lock my phone and place it on the table.

"Thanks," I say and shove 3 fries into my mouth.

My phone vibrates, so I check it.

1 message from Paisley Waisley;

Awesome, mum and I will be there to pick you guys up xx

I text back;

cool, c u then

"Hey, put your phone down, don't be so rude." Dad says as he pulls HIS phone out of his pocket.

"Yeah, likewise."

"I'm an adult, I'm allowed to."

"I was telling Paisley that we were in the airport and we were going to be leaving soon."

"We still have an hour before we take off."

"Oh well," I lock my phone and keep eating my fries. "Did you get any sauce?"

"No."

I sigh, and continue eating my fries. 

I stuff the last couple of fries into my mouth and find the spoon for my parfait. 

A sudden announcement comes over the loud speaker. "Due to all passengers for the flight going to Texas being already checked in the flight will be leaving 30 minutes early, at 12:30."

"What time is it now?" I ask.

Dad checks his phone, "quarter past."

"Alright."

"Eat up, we should probably get to the gate."

"Yep, okay."

We both finish our parfaits, and haul our backpacks over our shoulders and make our way to gate 5. By time we were at our gate we have 5 minutes until the door opens. So we sit on one of the benches and look at our phones. I take advantage of the free Wi-Fi and go onto Instagram, I scroll through my feed, and get startled by a lady coming up to us saying we can board our plane. We stand up, lug our bags over our shoulders and give our tickets to the flight attendant.