The Plane Ride

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I sat in the front row of the plane. It was huge, almost as if it was it's own building. I was sent with a family I didn't know so I could 'better my ways'. I wasn't exactly sure where we were going either.

The family I was sent with only consisted of an older looking woman, who could be my grandma, and a dark skinned (possibly Indian) woman.

Everyone was looking at me, and probably talking about me as well. I saw them all snickering and talking while looking at me.

I was closer with the Indian lady, no matter where we went, the 'grandma' never really stuck around.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

The woman looked at me.

"You're going to stay in a place... a hotel as they might call it where you live." She replied.

*

The plane started to come to a landing spot but it didn't look like a runway. It just looked like a building in the middle of no where, where the plane happened to be able to land.

It looked completely foreign.

"Do the people here speak English?" I asked nervously.

The Indian woman nodded.

"You'll be staying here for a while, with other kids who have been sent off."

It didn't make me sad or angry to hear that, but I was confused as to why so far away.

"I'll walk you in and help you set up your room, then I'll be going." She said.

I looked at her confused.

"You came all the way here for that? We just took a plane ride just for you to help me set up a room?"

She nodded as we walked off the plane, in to the strange building.

The building had pointy like domes on top. It looks kind of old from the outside.

We walked in to the building and were immediately told to put my things in a locker. I had only brought clothes, not sure what else I needed.

After we put my things away, the woman walked me up some stairs that led to rooms. The rooms didn't have doors, they had curtains, almost like we were in a psychiatric hospital. They were faded yellow curtains.

There were probably more rooms because there were only 3 in this small-ish hallway. Two across from each other, and one straight down the middle of the hall. The curtains to those two rooms were open, revealing a boy in one room and a girl in another.

I was guessing mine was across the girl's since it was the last one in the hall, and the curtain was closed.

The woman walked me to my room but we were standing outside of it for some reason. I looked into the other two rooms. I looked at the girl across from my room and she was on her bed, with a zebra print, black and purple blanket, on her phone.

I complimented the blanket.

"Thanks." She replied without emotion, not breaking eye contact from her phone.

I curiously looked into the boy's room. He was also on his bed, but he was on a laptop, watching porn too obviously in the open.

"Come on! Turn it off." The Indian woman told him, looking in his room. He looked outside his room to see me standing with the woman. He slowly shut the laptop and gave me kind of a smirk or grin.

He was cute. He had brown hair with the bangs flipped up. He had light blue eyes and when he grinned it made me feel.. I don't know. 'Aroused'.

I quickly looked away and the woman opened the curtain, letting us both in. I looked at the small room. A big bed with white sheets. A chalk board on the wall next to the bed with pink chalk words.

A window on another wall and a bathroom in the corner, the only thing with a door in this room.

I sat down on the bed, and began to take my shoes off.

"You'll be going on another flight, all of the kids will. You'll be leaving the first Tuesday of next month." She said.

"Tuesday?" I said surprised. She began to walk out of the room, probably ready to leave.

"Don't cuss." She said reminding me. There were rules on the chalkboard I had to follow.

I nodded and she left the scene. I stood up and made a quick glance at the boy in the room next to me.

He had turned his porn back on.

Maybe he's a sex addict, I thought to myself, studying the boy.

But, he looks my age. Maybe a little older.

I shrugged.

Then what was the girl across from me here for?

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