Maria

The Wait!

Maria's POV.

I woke up with a start. Where was I? Almost instantly i recognised the sound of the volkswagen with its faulty engine and stiff gearstick. I slumped down in the brown leather chair incase anyone from my school happened to be out at five thirty in the morning. It was embarrassing enough having red hair let alone being in a rusty old volkswagen! I heard the familiar sounds of dad singing quietly to the old country folk songs and Mum giggling in her sleep. Who knows what she dreamt about. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to fall asleep again yet as hard as i tried the more i couldn't get back to sleep. Dad heard me wriggling and asked if i was alright. "Yes Dad, I'm fine just having a hard time falling asleep thats all"."Well why don't you and I have an old 'sing-along' to Melbourne city?" Dad asked looking up into the mirror to see if i was ok."Actually Dad, i'm ok thanks." I replied with a little giggle. We sat in silence for awhile before Dad said "We're hear, everyone jump out coz we're going to Egypt" He seemed to scream to the world sometimes. I sunk down further in my seat, making a loud raspberry as the friction of my back side and the chair collided! Mum woke up with a start. "Everyone evacuate the car, Paul has blown a windy-pop!" Mum cried stifyling a yelp. Mum always did this since Christmas day two years ago.

Christmas Day 2013

We were having a lovely meal that my Granny had cooked especially, when suddenly Dad helped himself to some homemade baked beans. (I know it sounds crazy but chicken and beans go surprisingly well together). We all carried on eating when we all were interrupted by a loud Pffffffffftttttttttt. We all looked at his face it was calmed and relaxed like nothing had happened. he looked at everyone an went "What?" We all replied with " That fart was you" His face turned red with embarrasment. " Whaaa.... No It wasnt me" he shuffled on his seat. "Whoever denied it supplied it!" We all shouted out. Everyone burst into fits of laughter until everyone got a waft of 'toxic air'. We all rushed into the garden even though it was snowing heavily. We decided to never let Dad eat beans ever again!

"Mum"I cried "It was just me and the seat colliding" My face was flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry dear" She replied getting out the car. "It's fine" I replied, "but next time don't be so dramatic please?". Mum gave me an icy cold stare as if to say 'I'm never to dramatic'! Instead of giving me a lecture she just chuckled and walked towards the entrance of the airport. The big airport that loomed over us. It seemed to look dark and dingy. The people in pressed suits looked depressed and gloomy. This place wasn't fun. As soon as I soon as I steppes into the airport I was greeted with people rushing around me and running so as not to miss their shuttle or plane. Quite quickly I felt a panicky feeling building up inside me. It started in my throat and worked its way down into my stomach. I was going to have a panic attack!

I sat in the airport on a high table with my head in my hands with mum stroking my back and dad reassuring me with words. I had learnt never to sit on the big squashy brown sofas because they made you feel like it was going to swallow you up.

It was a long wait and I desperately wanted Ollie to be here. Ollie is my brother but he's at university now. I am 15 right now but I wish I was older so I could be with Ollie. Mum and Dad had gone to get some drinks and food but I wasn't hungry whatsoever . I could see them ordering. I could also see everyone else ordering and it made me feel small and alone. Mum came back with a tray. It had a Creamy Cooler for me, a sparkling water for Mum and a coke for Dad. There was some chips and a sachet of ketchup. Mum and Dad began munching on the chips whilst I just sat there sipping my creamy cooler. It wasn't right though. There was no strawberry sauce underneath and there wasn't enough cream on top, it was also too milky and made my stomach turn around.Mum knew something was up."Why don't you do a drawing?"she asked me. "I didn't bring it, I left behind by mistake"I said sadly. "No you didn't" Dad said pulling out my crisp white pad and my best colouring pencils. He finally brought out some new sketching pencils. "Wow.....," I was speechless. "But Dad...why?" I was still speechless. "I forgot your pencils and I thought you looked sad about Ollie not being here so while Mum was ordering I popped into an art shop round the corner. I jumped up and ran over to Dad and hugged him. That was something I disnt mind about being 15 was that I was never to old for a hug in my Dads warm and welcoming arms. "Thanks " I mumbled into his Hawaiian shirt."your welcome" he said into my hair. We broke free as the announcer announced 'Please can the 6:15 flight to hurghada,Egypt passengers make their way to hat 4 thank you'

This is it. I was going to Egypt. I was going to dye my hair blonde and get a tan. I had the dye in my suitcase right now as we went through baggage check. I walked through the 'beeper',as I called it, and waited anxiously to hear the high screeched beeping. Nothing. Just the hustle and bustle of the people around me.