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Here's chapter 2. This story is really on a roll for me! :) I've literally been staying up til three a.m. writing for the last few days. And this is what has come out of it. By the way, I'm thinking this story will all be in Sea's POV.

Chapter 2-

 I rested my head against the headrest, trying my hardest to ignore the woman to my left whose glares I felt all the way to my bone. I had no idea what her problem was, but she had turned all sour right when she saw me. The other stares were harder to ignore, especially the creepy middle aged man who licked his lips when I boarded the plane who sat three rows down and across the aisle from me. My iPod was the only was I was managing. Right now, I was listening to You Me At Six and allowing myself to drown in the music.

 You've got a lot to say

 For the one that walked away

 I give, you take,

 It's the way it's always been

 Oh how do I know

 If I should stay or just go

 The bottom line is this way that I'll never know...

 "Flight 401 to San Francisco, landing. Please put on your seatbelts." The intercom buzzed. I immediately clicked my seatbelt in place, frowning when the woman next to me rolled her eyes as if my obeying the intercom flight attendant disgusted her.

 The plane dipped, causing me to gasp. I've always, ALWAYS despised landing. I gripped the armrests tightly, gritting my teeth at the sound of snickering. Without a word, I whipped my head to the left and stared at the rude woman. She looked as if she were in her early forties with a bit of pudge and dyed hair, no sign of a wedding ring on her finger although... if I looked closely enough I could see the faint outline of a ring imprint.

 If I had to guess, I'd assume that she was recently divorced, probably only a year or two ago, and had turned to food in that time of sadness and then recently dyed her hair to get back on track with her life. A wave of sympathy washed over me and compassion bubbled up.

 "May I help you?" I asked gently, watching her eyes widen in surprise as if she was expecting me to be snarky instead.

 "N-no," she stuttered. I smiled at her softly.

 "All right."

 She didn't do anything after that.

 Once the plane landed, I quickly found Charlie and stuffed her in my bag, with only her cute little fluffy head and two tiny white paws sticking out over the rim. Her nose twitched excitedly at all the new smells and I took down my suitcases and bag, trying to balance all four of them.

 "Excuse me, do you need some help?" A goodlooking man who looked to be about in his early twenties approached me. I blinked at him and he inhaled sharply, making me flinch. I hated when people did that but it happened wherever I went.

 "No, thank you. I've got it," I said quietly, proceeding to unload my bags. He stood there, transfixed, watching me as if I were a fictional creature and to be honest, it was freaking me out. Once my bags were secure, I turned to him.

 "Your bag?" I asked, pointing to a random bag.

 "Huh?" The man turned and I hurried away, lugging my suitcases behind me to the pick up area. Phewf. That was close. I easily navigated my way through the crowd, thanks to years of experience with airports, and tried finding a familiar face instead of focusing on all the stares.