Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Slide Away- Oasis.

Spelling mistakes found? Yes
Joyous fun made from boredom? Yes
Plz forgive me.
The writing might get better but who knows.
But I'm 15 and I will keep saying because it's apart of life.
Suck my tiny nuts if you talk shit about me.

"Mum!" I screamed, my throat bleeding as he slowly got closer. Jumping up over the trash cans. I started screaming. "Get back here!"

"Shit! Mum!" Tripping over the fence, I jumped up. Laughing until I realised I'd just given him more time. "Mum!"

There was a group of woman, rushing over without a second glance. "Tom!" The woman yelled, Frank stopping where he was as the man stood there in front of me. "Leave. Now."

"I have to run. I have to go. I'm so sorry to bother you. Thank you for the help." Kissing all of their cheeks, I rushed off again.

Checking I still had all my things. Stumbling again and hoping to god that they let me through security.

I wasn't late, but I was most definitely going to have to run. "You got an esta? Or a visa?"

"It's literally right there." She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at me as though I was the problem. "Right, you know where you're going?"

"Mhm. I can go?" She tucks the tickets into my passport, my feet left the ground before either could even think to watch for people. "Sorry!"

I had to try and at least calm myself down on the outside. Bouncing through tsa was embarrassing on a whole new level. "What is that?"

"My arm." He nodded. "No that's my arm. Literally just my arm. Look." Pulling my arm from my shirt, I watched his eyes go wide. "Ah, right okay. You're good then."

The airport was not working with me, I was struggling to even read the signs. "Connor Mayden, Sam Lynch, Abigail Finley and Imogene Parks. Last call, please return to gate 12 for your flight."

Sliding across the floor I stopped by the empty booth, the woman tilting her head at me. "I'm here. Sorry. I was being chased by a man. Took the wrong road."

"Go on then. I'll have some drinks and wipes sent to your seat." I blow her a kiss. "I love you."

16 hours, I had sixteen hours and then I was completely done. I was out of it now. But 16 hours and it will be completely over.

I'd be homeless again but I have enough to get all of the things I need for my job. Looking out through the window, I watched the little girl start to bite her nails.

Turning to face me. "My mom said that it'll be fine. You can trust my mom she's a good pilot."

"Your mom's flying?" I asked, she was talking to me but I knew she was trying to make it seem better for herself too. "Yeah. This is her 200th flight. Her landings are smooth. Did you live here? Or did you pick up an accent?"

"No I lived here. What about you?" She lets out a sigh. "We stopped for her next flight. We get to go home now. She said she has enough for the next year off."

"Oh nice. Are you going to school?" She nodded, seeming pretty happy. "I'm excited. I have so much to talk about. Where did you live?"

"Manchester. I lived in Stockport." She frowns. "Is that near Oldham?" My eyebrows raised, surprised and a little happy she hadn't asked about London. "It's not far but it's not close."

"That's cool. My granddad moved to Oldham so we stayed there for the weekend." She really could talk for England. She had printed off every picture she's taken. Safe to say my 16 hours weren't spent bored.