Ms. Unlucky & The List

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Welcome To California

"Hey. Hey, wake up. We've landed." I slowly cracked my eyes open. I had fallen asleep around halfway through the flight. I wasn't ready to wake up but the boy beside me, hissing in pain, jolted me awake. I looked down to find my hand gripping his wrist. I gasped and pulled my hand away. He had deep, red, crescent marks in his hand from where I had been holding onto him.

"I am so sorry," I apologized.

"Even in your sleep you have an iron grip," he said, examining himself.

"Are you bleeding? I've got a first aid kit in my carry-on," I told him, checking for any blood droplets.

"No, I'm alright. Really," he assured me.

"Are you sure? I would feel really terrible if something ill comes from my clawing you," I told him.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," he said, finally looking up at me. I was sure my eyes were wide and frantic with worry. I didn't really know what could really happen from simply clawing him. I was a bit of a hypochondriac at times, but can you really blame me?

"Come on, Tanner. We better hurry up before they leave us," said a female voice. A girl walked up the aisle and stopped behind the boy, tapping her fingers on the seat impatiently. I had the window seat, even though I hadn't looked out the window once. The boy had spent the first half of the flight, giving me advice on calming down and it had worked. I had fallen asleep listening to my music. I looked down and my bulky headphones were in my lap. He must have pulled them off to tell me we had landed.

"Alright, Abigail. I'm coming," he said. He stood and pulled out my carry-on and handed it to me, before pulling out his own. I thanked him, quietly, and watched as he followed the girl, along with several other kids our age, off the plane. I quickly picked up my things and followed them off the wretched contraption. I was sure of it now, I hated planes. I lugged my things with me.

I had practically begged to keep my guitar with me at my seat and the woman had finally relented. Along with my instrument, I had my purse with all my small electronics and then my carry-on with my clothes. My hair products were sadly shipped to the house days ago with the rest of my belongings. It took a lot of product to tame my wild mass of hair. Something I didn't get to do before my flight. I darted my eyes around the airport, trying to figure out where to go but I hadn't the slightest clue.

I huffed and spotted the boy from before. I decided on a whim that maybe I could follow him and his group, which was a bunch of students it would seem. Field trip, maybe? I tried not to eavesdrop as I discreetly followed behind them to the exit.

"I can't believe we actually got to see the Statue of Liberty. Who knew it was on its own island," one girl said, talking animatedly to another. I rolled my eyes. Who didn't know that the Lady Liberty was on Liberty Island? I really hoped that not all California girls were this moronic. I would end up doing something quite drastic if they were, like maybe slapping some sense into them. I snickered at my violent thoughts. I was nowhere near this violent when I was in New York. The two girls that had been talking turned to stare, or rather glare, at me.

"Are you like stalking us," the other girl asked.

"Why would I do that," I asked. It was quite crowded in the LAX airport and there really wasn't room for me to move any father away from them than I was. I thankfully had put one of my smaller earplugs in my ear as I walked off the plane, just in case Lauren tried to call me. I could always fake that I was listening to something funny.

"I don't know, you're weird?"

"Is that a question or an observation," I inquired.

"An observation," the other girl replied.