The Elites

Chapter III: Hot Bradley & Cold Coleman

Chapter III: Hot Bradley & Cold Coleman

Getting off of the plane was definitely one of the best thing that's ever happened to me. I know that I said that I didn't care, but honestly I was sick of the disgusting couple and the gross lady with the dog. After being stuck on that plane, I never want to see another dog lover or dog again.

The moment we were allowed to get off of the more, I sprinted off of it. After I touched the ground, I promised to never leave it.

I went to the place where you retrieve your suitcase, and looked around kinda awkwardly. I didn't know what I was supposed be doing now. Usually, in the movies, the person's drivers or loved ones come and meet the person who just landed.

The airport was crowded with people, rudely pushing and shoving each other, not caring that they here literally knocking people off of their feet. I felt claustrophobic. The only other time I felt like this was when I as standing in the hallways at school.

The only word to describe the crowd was chaotic. A majority of the crowd was moving away from the entrance and others was moving in the direction of the planes. The sound of talking and crying made the airport so loud that it hurt to think.

I wanted nothing more than to curl up on my twin sized bed and eat a bag of spicy Cheetos and watch old episodes of Pretty Little Liars, or to be speeding down a snowy mountain in Colorado.

My heart ached as I thought about what Kimmy, what we would have been doing right now. I most likely would've been convincing her to do something that was going to get us into trouble later, like rob a bank or set a neighbor's cabin on fire.

I lightly nibbled on my bottom lip, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of my face. Am I supposed to just keep standing here? I don't know if I'm supposed to hitchhike to my father's house or what, not that I could even if I wanted to. I don't know his address.

I needed a cell phone. Unlike most kids my age, I don't have one. For one simple reason: I didn't need it. Having a phone is a luxury that my mother and I cannot afford. She is barely able to pay her cell phone and our home's. The last thing I need my mom to worry about is paying mine.

I flinched when out of nowhere, someone hit me on the shoulder. The woman glanced back at me with an ugly scowl, and my eyes widened, shocked. She was the one that hit me, yet she was looking at me as if I was attempting to take her first born.

The little witch didn't even have the nerve to apologize for nearly taking my arm off.  After a stare showdown, she rolled her eyes and turned round before storming away with her pointy nose in the ear. I mirrored the eyes rolling before I began moving as well. Obviously, standing in place in a crowded area wasn't a good idea.

I kept walking until I was hit by delicious smells. Somehow, I'd made it to the airports food court. I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into greasy, fattening food. Sadly, the only money I have in my pocket is the 25 cents that I found on the steps as I was exiting the airplane.

"Sweetheart, please, the limo is here. We have to go." I looked towards the pleading voice, and saw the brat's nanny dragging the stubborn boy towards the entrance of the airport.

God, I'm never having kids.

I felt kind of bad for the kid's nanny, but I didn't have time to think much about it because suddenly there was a soft tap on my shoulder. I glanced around in confusion before turning around with a raised brow.

I came face-to-face with a handsome stranger dressed amazingly in a black tux. The years of "don't talk to strangers" rule popped into my head, causing me to take a step back cautiously.