Fighter |No Longer writing|

Part 1

     I huffed frustrated as I stuffed my Victoria secret carryon bag in the glove compartment above my seat. Once I finally got the door to close I sat down. I unravelled the white wire around my Ipod that connected to my ear phones.

    I didn’t want to talk to anyone for the next 11 hours, especially the state I was in. I had my hair in a messy bun, my eyes were red and puffy, and no one could see that because I wore my favourite sunglasses to conceal my emotions.

    I laid my head against my seat and looked out the window trying to drown out the memories of today. The plane started moving down the London runway and up into the clear beautiful England air, I opened the book Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children that was lying on my lap. 

   I read about three chapters until I started getting distracted by the loud murmurs of the passengers around me. I turned up my music as loud as it would go and returned to my book. The flash backs slowly started to take my concentration away.

    The tears streaming down everyone’s faces, the frowns trying not to show and the fair well hugs with some it was the last. A tear shed past my sunglasses and down my cheek.

  ‘That might be the last time I ever get too see him again.’ Those words kept repeating in my head. I closed my book in frustration and started biting my bottom lip. I looked to the man sitting next to me.

   He had short brown hair and was muscular; he was in all black and reading something off his phone. I tapped my foot in the air, I sniffled as another tear rolled down my cheek. I stared at the back of the seat on front of me.

~It was a warm September afternoon. My dad, my brother and I sat quietly around the dinner table; all you could hear was the silver wear drag across the plates. It had been 11 years since my mother had passed away in a tragedy that struck the whole country.

     We had just moved from St. Thomas to New York. It was my first day at school as the new girl. I was pretty much alone, my dad came and got me and took me out of school. He was in tears as he carried my brother and I home. I asked question after question trying to get an answer that I understood. I was confused. We got home and my dad started calling people trying to get an answer as well, but what for?

    As my father paced back and forth in the kitchen I sat down next to my brother in the living room as he turned the channel.

“We are still un aware of some information as of why and who has done this. Now what you’re seeing is live footage of the world trade center that has been struck by an airplane,” The women said on the news.

   My father walked in to the room and stood in the door way as he watched the tv. I gasped for air when I saw a black dot behind the two buildings.

 “What’s that?” I asked my dad. He covered his mouth with his hand and tears fell down his cheek. I looked back at the tv and watched as the second plane struck the building. I looked over at my brother; he clenched his jaw shut and stormed out of the room. ~

I could taste blood. I lightly touched my bottom lip and could see red liquid on my finger.

“Shit.” I sighed under my breathe. I took off my sunglasses and wiped my eyes. I took out one ear phone.

“So we are going straight to the hotel?” a deep British voice asked loudly.

“Rehearsals first.” A thick Irish voice responded.

“I’m getting really nervous.” A higher British voice whined.

“I know mate. VMAs are a big deal.” I heard a voice say close by. I had only been in England for a few days and I still hadn’t got used to the accents. I leaned forward and looked across the aisle and saw two teenagers laughing, I couldn’t see their faces. 

“Boy’s be quiet.” The man instructed the two boys. “Sorry Rich.” A blonde Irish boy turned with a huge grin on his face. He looked familiar, I just didn’t know where from.

”What’s your name?” the blonde asked me, interrupting my stare.

“Katherine.” I replied embarrassed. Two boys in front of me turned. I looked down at the ground hoping my eyes were back to normal.

“What are you listening to?” the curly haired one asked pointing to my head phones.

“Freaks and Geeks.” I said looking in to his beautiful emerald green eyes.

“Haven’t heard of that one.”  The boy with short brown hair and brown eyes said looking at the other guys.

“Do you want to listen?” I offered my head phones.

  The curly haired boy took one while the guy with short hair took the other. They put it in their ear and nodded for me to press play. I knew the song off by heart and could hear the beat. I mouthed the words as I watched them as they tried to follow the words.

“Interesting.” The curly haired one said as he took the ear bud out.

“Zayn you might know this one.” The short haired one said passing him the ear bud. Zayn sat across the aisle from them; he turned and pressed play when he was ready.

“Yeah. I thought you guys knew this one.” Zayn said as he continued to listen. Once the song was over he passed my ipod back.

“Where you from?” the curly haired one asked.

“I don’t even know your names and you’re asking me where I’m from?” I giggled putting an ear bud back in my ear.  The boy’s looked at each other confused then looked at me.

“I’m Liam.” The short brown haired one said.

“I’m Harry,” said the curly haired boy sitting next to Liam.

“I’m Zayn.” He smiled.

“That’s Niall and Lou.” Harry said pointing to the Blonde and the brunette sitting next to him. I nodded still not able to pin my finger on where I know them from.

“I’m from LA.” I replied.

“We’re going to LA!” Louis said excited.

“Where you guys staying?” I asked.

“We can’t say.” Liam said looking at the man sitting next to me. 

“Okay.” I said putting my ear phones back in my ears and looked back out the window.