Park Benches (EDITING)

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Charlotte POV

            I finally reached baggage claim after a nearly 7 hour flight, or should I say hell. I may have been in first class, but it sure ain’t heaven. Yeah, it was better than coach, but not when you have children running around, shouting at the top of their lungs. I could still hear them through my headphones with my music blasted on high. I couldn’t believe that the airhead flight attendants didn’t even bat an eyelash. Actually that’s an understatement; they hiked up their skirts and batted their fake eyelashes at every single, or taken, business man.

        Definitely know what airline I'm not taking home.

        I groaned, attracting a little bit of attention, “Struggling with the baggage claim? It is a bit stressful, especially if you forgot what your luggage looked like,” I heard a male Irish voice next to me. I looked up to see a hefty business man, “Hello ma’am, I’m Henry.” He extended his hand to me, I hesitantly shook it. “Can I help you with your bags?” He placed his hands on his hips, his plump hips.

        Shaking my head I denied his offer, “I’m fine, I was actually groaning about the flight. Seven hours with rabid children running amok and flirtatious attendants who were complete boneheads. I asked for water twice and I was brought grape soda!” I threw down my fist in frustration.

        Henry glanced at his wristwatch, “That’s too bad. I’m sorry, but I really must go. I enjoyed your little plane rant. Have a nice day. Enjoy your stay in London.” He disappeared quickly for a chubby man. I shrugged Henry off and finally got a hold of my five suitcases, which I lugged until I saw my Aunt Erin and my Uncle Connor.

        They was standing amongst the other parents, relatives, and drivers. I found her instantly; her red mane and toothy smile matched my mother’s. “Aunt Erin! Uncle Connor! Long time no see!” I pulled them in for a long embrace. I hadn’t see Aunt Erin in two years when she got remarried and was shipped off to London with Uncle Connor.

        “I’ve missed you so much Charlotte! Look how you've grown!” I was speechless. Aunt Erin had somehow developed a bit of a British accent. “What, what is it?” I giggled at her.

        “Nothing at all mate,” I imitated her accent, she soon caught on and began laughing also.

        “Ready to go?” she asked as soon as we settled down. I gave her a large nod, “Connor, take her bags. Poor thing has been lugging these boulders around.” I looked up to Uncle Connor. He was a tall, thick man, with black hair and a heart of gold, but he was a bit shy and clumsy at times. He smiled, hooking his large hands on the plastic handles of my luggage with ease and turning towards the car out front.

        I gave him the address, but he already knew where to go. I was speechless as we pulled out of the airport. Saying I felt microscopic would be an understatement. When we arrived to the flat building a woman in a grey pencil skirt, teal polka-dotted blouse, and a tight black pony tail stood on the steps with a smile. She greeted me with a firm handshake, “You must be Charlotte; I’m Andrea, we emailed?” I gave her an excited nod, “Alright, if you would just follow me to your new home.”

            We followed Andrea and the click-clacking of her kitty heels to the door of my new flat. “Flat 28B, otherwise known as your new home,” she unlocked the door with a thrilling twist and threw open the door. I was beginning to think she was a naturally excitable person. “Go on, step inside,” she gave me a friendly push through the door.