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Chapter 3: "She's Nobody"
Recap:
"Where have you been?" Minnette scolds.
Skye: Earlier in the Day:
The door finally opens and she flings herself out of her seat. She didn't even have to unbuckle the seatbelt, cause she never bothered to buckle it in the first place.
"Miss, please remain seated." The flight attendant barks at her.
No thanks, bitch.
Skye stays standing, and grabs her bag from over her seat.
"Miss, sit down!"
Skye slumps back down into her seat, glaring at the annoying lady. She needs to get off this plane. These damn kids, laughing, kicking her seat. She can't stand it! At this point she is tempted to jump out of the fucking window.
People begin carefully exiting the plane, one after another. No shoving. No yelling. It's so calm.
Skye gets up, not worrying about the flight attendant, and begins shoving her way through the crowd. This space is way too small. After exiting the plane, she began towards her luggage, but stopped for a moment.
She stands completely still, watching people. A daughter running, towards her mother, who's standing with her arms outstretched and tears in her eyes. A college boy coming home to his girlfriend, swooping her into the air and spinning her around.
For a moment, she shuts her eyes, imagining someone waiting for her. But alas, she has nobody to wait for her outside an airplane.
No boyfriend.
No mother.
No father.
No aunt, uncle, cousin.
No brother.
No grandparent.
No friend.
She doesn't even have friends.
She had a travel buddy, went to Europe with her this summer. Of course, by the time they were in Germany, she'd split. Went home with a boy, and never called Skye. She doesn't even know where the girl is now, except, she don't care. The girl didn't care about Skye.
This summer was wonderful. Getting drunk in Irish pubs. Eating in five star French restaurants. Drinking wine in Italy. Faking accents in Germany and Russia. Sleeping in parks and benches. Finding guys in bars to get a night's sleep in an actual bed and have a shower. Not to mention the tattoos.
You can backpack through Europe with absolutely nothing. All one needs is an open mind.
Skye grabs her luggage and storms through the airport to get out the door and find a cab.
. . .
"Mother!"
She bangs on the door. Nobody answered the gate, so she had to climb over it, getting to the top and then falling right over, to the ground. Not to mention she did it with her luggage.
Now here she is, banging and banging, yelling at a mother who doesn't care about her and probably isn't even home.
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