The Angelos Chronicles: The Otherworldy adventures

Chapter four- It's a plan, just not a good one.

I stayed up the rest of that night, so when morning came i had deep bags under my eyes, it was worse because i always necessarily have eyebags, they just get so much worse when i don't sleep. Luckily for me, I know where my mama keeps her makeup. Frankly, My mama doesn't need any makeup, she has it just in case she needs it for something. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, went into the medicine cabinet and grabbed the makeup bag. I put on some concealer and a little bit of blush to make myself look a little more lively. When it didn't look like I caked on a bunch of concealer I walked out of the bathroom to the dining room, ready for the usual breakfast waiting for me, but instead I found lunch and a note. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to check the time. One o'clock exactly. It was lunch time. I rubbed my eyes and walked over to the table, the note had said something about somebody needing her and stuff and that she wouldn't be home until the next day. I practically started to smile broadly, before I decided to eat breakfast before I started making a plan to get to california, it was a stretch to find some way to get to california, without anyone being able to stop me. Not to mention the fact that I didn't even know if the underworld was there, all my information was based on the couple books I had skimmed through last night and some googled research about mythology. I ate my breakfast in peace, forming ideas for the biggest escape and the worst thing I'd ever tried to do. I knew it kinda had to be now that I snuck out, or atleast sometime today, my best bet would be at night. Artemis was the only one who knew about Noah, and she would know why I was leaving. She would let me leave. But if I went at daylight, Apollo would definitely notice and tattle on me. I stuffed the last bit of cereal in my mouth and washed my dish in the sink while still thinking. It was going to be hard to pull the biggest running away card ever, especially because I wasn't running away to somewhere else in Italy, I was running away to somewhere in a whole other continent. I would need a boat or plane, a plane would be superior, I had no money to buy tickets though. Not that I had the money to rent a boat out either. So basically, I was screwed before I even started. I sighed loudly and walked back to my room to crash onto my bed dramatically, which for some reason made me feel astronomically better. I tilted my head from where it lay stuffed into my pillow and rolled off my bed with the thump of me landing on the floor. I got up and heaved my mattress up so I could reach the secret compartment. I grabbed all the stuff from the inside and dumped it onto the floor, putting my mattress back in the same spot afterwards, I looked at the items laying still on the floor. The journal, multiple potion bottles filled with magical liquids, a glass dagger- still cracked from all the times I'd used it to take care of the multiple monsters I encountered. I grabbed the journal and flipped to the next blank page around halfway through. I reached into my backpack that had been sitting untouched for multiple months and grabbed out a ballpoint pen. I lowered my hand to the paper and flinched, pulling my hand back. Did I really have it in me to ruin a historical land of the lost journal about the labyrinth with my horrid handwriting? I sighed at the stupidity of myself and started my entry with a hello, I jumped into the backstory- leaving out the part about my massive crush on my now dead best friend. I wrote until my hand ran numb,a decent page was written- hardly eligible even by me, I signed off the page and grabbed my backpack that I had stuffed deeply into my closet, pulling it out and smelling the smoke and odd but comforting smell of the Land of the Lost. Oh and blood, yeah this thing definitely reeked of blood. I opened all the pockets, wondering if I had left anything in there. But I had gotten everything out when I came back. I grabbed all the stuff scattered on the floor and shoved it in the bag. Then I reached into my dresser, pulling out a couple outfits from the front a few from the very back, the ones I had hadden in the land of the lost. I didn't want to ruin my new shoes with whatever I was about to encounter on my travels so I grabbed my old ones. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple things. I couldn't afford to be weighed down by a truckload of supplies and food- Not to mention I had to grab enough for two people. I walked into the bathroom next, opening the medicine cabinet and grabbing some Advil, Tylenol, bandages, and a medical kit. I stuffed those in a different pouch of the bag and grabbed a few more essential items scattered about the house. I made sure I had the two books about Greek mythology with me- though I wasn't positive they would give me much help. I layed down still on my bed. Looking at the bag I had just packed, my shoes sitting next to it, still stained with blood and still looking wet from the water damage, although they had been completely dry for quite a while now. I plugged my phone in and set an alarm for two in the morning. My plan was simple- well, at least the start of it was. Once my alarm woke me up I would grab my bag and rush out of the house. I had left a letter on Artemis' pillow while I was packing- I hoped to the gods she would understand and not rat me out or refuse for me to go. I would go out of my window, The doors were creaky and it would be best if I left from my room- I had everything ready to go. I would walk down to the downtown area and pick up something with caffeine in it on the way. Luckily for me, almost everything where I lived in Italy was close together, so it would only take around 40 or so minutes with my stops to reach the airport terminal. Only issue, the earliest flight was at four in the morning. I would make it with around an hour or so to spare, then I suppose I could go to that really good coffee-breakfast cafe. I also really want to get some gelato before I leave, but I also can't miss my flight. Oh- yeah, that's the other thing. I don't exactly have tickets, so I would have to get to the plane by going through the back and sneaking into where they shove all the baggage. It would be hard to get into and even harder to get out of the baggage area. But it was kind of my only possible hope and chance. So I would probably have to do that after they put the baggage inside the plane so I had a nook to hide in and have the bags cover me. But I had to get on before they closed up the back and before a bunch of the passengers got on. It would be a small gap of time, But hopefully enough time to be able to get in a comfortable spot. The trip wasn't exactly going to be short. I couldn't think about this now. I thought, sighing loudly. I grabbed my phone to double check that the alarm was set and put it back down, I was still in my outdoor clothes, I would need to rush out of the house quickly, so I didn't have time to make any noise trying to change. I layed still on my bed, pulling the covers over my shoulders and rustling around, trying to find a nice position to sleep in, and despite my rising adrenaline from the planning, and my hopelessly fast beating heart, I started to drift off into a dreamless sleep. Just a few more hours, and I would be on my way to Noah. With that comforting thought, my eyes closed, not opening for the next five or six hours.