My True Identity

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

“Good morning ladies and gentleman. We have begun our descent to NYC and will arrive there in approximately 5 minutes. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely. We will arrive on schedule local New York time 7:58 pm. The temperature is reported to be 75 degrees F with a small chance of light rain” came the announcement from the flight attendant. I switched of my IPod and fastened my seat belt. It took me awhile to calm down after the mini heart attack I had when we took off and was sure the landing wouldn’t be any better. Kristopher giggled at my nervous state and I shot him a death glare causing him to abruptly stop.

Just as I predicted the plane landing wasn’t any better, in fact it was worse. As soon as the miniature wheels of the plane came into contact with the concrete ground the entire plane shook violently. The plane was going so fast and the pressure was so intense I thought we were going to crash. I tried to scream but it was wedged in my throat because of the high amount of fear. “We have safely arrived at NYC, the time is 7:58 pm and the temperature is 75 degrees F. We hope you have enjoyed our flight and will fly with us again” came the final announcement. I let out a long breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding.

Once we got out of the plane we had to go through all the security checks in the airport. It was tiring really since there were a lot of passengers and huge lines. My feet ached and I made a mental note to not wear high heels to airport ever again. When we arrived near the exit gate I could see a mass of people all staring. Their gazes were all on me as I walked through the crowd making me feel very self conscious. I followed Kristopher to the car park where a heavily black tinted Mercedes was parked. Kristopher got on the passenger seat up front so I sat at the back. He told the driver some address and we were off.

New York was very similar to Washington but also very different. The appearances were somewhat similar but the people were different. I suddenly let out a yawn as I felt my eyes droop. I hadn’t slept at all in the aeroplane because I was scared something might happen when I slept. Suddenly we pulled up on the side of a massive house (how it looks like: http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/08/09/business/10homes600.jpg) Kristopher paid the driver and we got out with our luggage, walking to the front on the house. I practically ran to the door, not taking in any of my surroundings.

I rang the doorbell and a woman who resembled a supermodel opened the door. She gasped when she saw me and pulled me into a bone crunching hug. “Can I please just go to sleep right now?” I asked her. She simply nodded and led me to a room. As soon as I arrived I chucked my bag in the corner, took my shoes off, jumped into a king sized feather soft bed and drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke abruptly and rubbed my eyes. Where am I?.......................................Omg, I’ve been kidnapped!! I jumped out of bed with the intention of showing my kidnapper some real kung fu. The bedroom I was in was painted a nice lilac colour and was entirely too massive. It contained a flat screen TV, a stereo system, a walk in closet.........hold up, a walk in closet?! I walked over to it and opened the door, letting out a small gasp. Huge was clearly an understatement, it was more like giant size. Dark coloured clothes of every pattern and shape filled the closet. I checked the clothes to see they were all my size! Maybe my kidnapper has been stalking me! I shook my head and walked out the closet. I slowly opened the door of the bedroom and popped my head out. The coast was clear. I stepped out of the room and tip toed to the end of the hallway.

“Selena, you’re up!” someone said appearing out of nowhere. I twisted around to see Kristopher. He’s my kidnapper/stalker? He began laughing then. “No, I’m not your kidnapper/stalker” he said. I looked down; I’d forgotten he could read my mind. I made a mental note to ask him how to put a wall around my mind. “Then why am I here?” I asked him. He rolled his eyes.