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[ 𝗶𝗶 ] 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝖻

going through security was less stressful than usual, most likely because our mother wasn't complaining at how everyone there did their jobs.

i noticed a man in a suit with bright badges pinned to him going through the scanner, waiting for him was a large group of boys in some sort of grey uniform.

i forgot all about them when cara was complaining she needed to use the bathroom. we quickly got our belonging together and walked past the uniformed boys, a few whistling and staring as i passed by.

after meeting a flight attendant named susan who would be supervising us, i took cara to the bathroom.

"why were those boys whistling?" cara asked from a cubicle. "because boys are pigs, bub. are you nearly done?" i was answered with a toilet flushing.

"is daddy a pig?" she asked as i lifted her to reach the sink. "no, dad's a man, not a boy. he knows how to treat people with respect."

"ohhh, so joshua in my class, is a pig." i chuckled at the girl. "yep, joshua's a pig."

"oh, no! i got water on your skirt, i'm sorry." she panicked. "don't worry, it'll dry." she let out a small giggle. "it looks like you wet yourself." i laughed with her.

we had eaten before arriving at the airport but we stopped in a small shop to get snacks for on the plane anyway. in ten minutes our basket was full for our feast. we had crisps, chocolates, skittles, fizzy drinks, lollipops and water.

cara decided to pick out a bright pink magazine to read and i spotted a book i'd been wanting. one positive about the whole situation was that i'd been given a card linked to robert's, so he was charged for everything i bought.

if he was going to break my family apart, i could at least try to break his bank account.

cara and i looked checked the large departures board before our assigned flight attendant lead us to our terminal. when we arrived it was empty apart from an old woman sitting alone with her knitting. she smiled at us warmly.

susan sat a few seats away from us as we chatted about cara's latest obsession, 'alf'. the peaceful quiet was suddenly disrupted when the uniformed boys entered.

the two oldest sat directly across from my sister and i and kept glancing over at me then 'whispering' to each other. they weren't exactly being quiet so i could hear them saying thing about me.

i felt more uncomfortable than complimented.

there was kids of all ages in the uniform, some i thought to be as young as five. "why are they all dressed like that?" cara asked quietly. "i dunno, why don't you ask one of them."

she was at the age where embarrasment and being shy didn't exist to her. she nodded vigorously and set down her magazine. slowly she walked over to a boy with brown hair and eyes, he must have been around my age.

i couldn't hear their conversation over everyone else's chatter, but the boy seemed nice enough. he even shook cara's hand. she ran back over excitedly. "they go to a mil?-military school! and they're from america!"

"oh wow, that's cool!" i replied. "that boy, his name's ralph and he's fourteen. and he shook my hand.""that's nice of him." i smiled as she grabbed her magazine and ran back over to him.

"hey!" a voice said. i ignored it, i couldn't be bothered dealing with boys at that moment in time. usually, i'd be worried about seeming rude, but i had begun to care less about strangers opinions of me, especially teenage boys.

 "hello?" it asked again. a few wads of paper narrowly missed me until one smacked into the middle of the forehead and landed in my lap. i looked up from my book and saw the two boys opposite me staring. "what the fuck's your issue?" i snapped.