Chapter Three
A/N - disclaimer: I know next to nothing about Australia so all this I googled and/or made up
Links for this Chapter:
Kaylee's new house: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2914306/If-hit-jackpot-live-spectacular-homes-sale-country-s-richest-suburbs.html (about halfway down the page is 33 Wybalena Road Hunters Hill, which is what I am using as her house. The gallery shows 3 photos of the house.)
Songs for this Chapter:
Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute
Weightless by All Time Low
One by Ed Sheeran (this song actually isn't in the chapter but I listened to it while I was writing)
one week later
The sky was cloudy and humid, and it felt like stepping into a greenhouse. The weather wasn't normal for 6:00 am on a Minneapolis morning. It seemed that the sky was depressed.
My mother and father drove Jackson and I to the airport in his black Audi. The interior smelled like fancy leather and cologne. It was dead quiet, except for my sniffles; I was already crying softly.
When we parked outside the airport, my mother, JJ, and I got out. We had barely pulled our luggage out of the back before my father pulled away, tires screeching loudly.
A light shower began.
We quickly checked our bags, got through security, and hurried to the gate. The terminal was loud and crowded, and I held to Jackson's hand tightly. I was afraid he would wander off. And I wanted to be with him as long as possible before I left.
I checked the time. 6:35 am; one hour left.
I grabbed my wallet and Jackson's hand. "Mom, we're going to the Dunn Brothers over there."
"Alright, Kaylee. Don't be too long."
"Okay. We'll be right back," I answered as we walked away.
"JJ, do you want anything?" I asked.
"What can I have?" he said playfully, eyeing the Ice Cremas.
"You can have whatever you want. It's our last day here," I reasoned. I could feel that my face went slack for a second, but I forced it into a pleasant expression for Jackson.
"I want an Ice Crema!" he said happily. "A big caramel one!" I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, even though we were getting strange looks from others in line.
"What can I do for you today?" the barista asked cheerfully.
"I'll have a medium mocha and a small caramel Ice Crema," I replied.
"Alright, that'll be 7.38. Have a great flight!" the barista said. "Your drinks will be over there."
I headed over to the small table where I could get our drinks. In a couple minutes, they were finished, and Jackson and I headed back over to my gate.
A thought struck me. "JJ, do you have your boarding pass?" I asked quickly, leading him to one side of the walkway.
"No," he responded. "Mommy took it away."
"Well, do you know where you're going?"
"No, I didn't look."
"Oh, okay." I led Jackson over to my mother once more and sat in the black, fake leather seats.
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One Last Time
FanfictionWith an abusive father and an alcoholic mother, Kaylee Jacobs' life is far from perfect. Her escape is in music. When she discovers that she is being given up for adoption with her younger brother Jackson, she is ecstatic. But when she and her broth...