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BTW, I took the photo flying into London at the beginning of this month. Woohoo for window seats!So here's the chapter
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The next few days were such a blur. Packing and the funeral. Everything was so surreal. I felt numb. I no longer felt the pang of shock when I told myself Devan was gone. I felt as if I had lost so much that their was nothing else to feel. Any feeling I did have I shoved away from my mind. I hated being in powerless situations. I couldn't control the killers actions. Knowing that only brought the deepest sadness to me which only dug deeper when I realized that I wouldn't ever see him again. Ever. I wouldn't ever get to recognize that sound of his feet coming down the stairs. I won't ever get to hear the sound of his voice calling out to me. It was lost in the time of a life that already seemed so far away.
The moment I boarded the plain and heard the rush of wind blasting outside my window as the plane lifted up off the runway I knew everything was about to change. I hadn't even been outside Colorado in 13 years. I never had even thought for a moment that I would ever be riding on a plane again. But yet here I was, looking out the window at the place I knew like the back of my hand, watching the pine trees slowly turn into little dots.
I had been going through so much processing I hadn't thought so much about what this move really meant. There were still so many questions in my mind that I hoped would one day be answered. They floated through my head until I soon slipped into a deep sleep.
When the plane landed in Chicago, a flight attendant showed me to my next gate which went straight to London. When it was time to board, I discovered that my aunt had ended up paying for my tickets, meaning she booked me a first class seat which must've cost a fortune. But then I realized I had no reason to be surprised, after all my cousin was one of the most successful and famous people out there. I didn't know what to think of having Harry for a cousin. His fans think he's God, most normal people think he's just another stuck up celebrity who will eventually destroy his life on drugs, sex, and alcohol, like so many others had. I didn't want to let myself set any expectations for what my new family life would be like. Because I knew the possibilities were high that I would be disappointed.
As I sat down in the first class seat I instantly felt drowsy. It was so comfortable! I tapped on the TV screen in front of my and saw a wide variety of movies. Plenty enough to keep me entertained for the long flight that was ahead of me.
I fell asleep half way through watching my third movie. I woke up just as the plane slipped through the clouds above London. As I gazed out the window I felt an unexpected pang of excitement hit me as I spotted the London eye and Big Ben. I never thought I would ever see those things outside my history book, but yet here I was. Life had taken a dramatic turn.
I didn't know where I was supposed to meet Harry and my aunt so I decided to head over to the baggage claim. I watched as tons of suitcases rolled around and around in a loop till my sparkly hot pink suitcase turned in my direction. As I hoisted it up off the belt, I felt my cheeks grow red with embarrassment at the judgmental glances a group of girls cast my way. The three year old me would've been proud of all the attention my suitcase brought. Obviously, it wasn't cool for a sixteen year old to be dragging around.
I followed the crowd of people to where we were supposed to exit. I was taken aback by the sight of several teenage girls and middle age men with microphones and large cameras standing ours die the glass door. A middle aged woman with straight dark hair and a boy with curly brown hair shoved their way through the crowd and through the door, hands tugging at their shirts from behind. I watched as a buff man came between the hands and the teenagers and the door.
"Girls, girls! Back away from the door please! Give him space!"
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