"Today marks a year passing of the flight Boeing 642 from California to Washington plane crash. We lost the lives of hundred and seventy-five people, including the crew and passengers, and we shall never forget the presence of the members of our families, friend circles and colleagues. In honour of the lives lost in the tragic and horrific crash..."
She takes a sip her diet coke, the coolness is quite refreshing for her. She glances behind her, to the other people in the diner. She felt as if someone had been eyeing her.
Adjusting herself on the barstool, she looks up to the TV once again to hear the news report going on.
"... Shawn Baxter, Nathan Pillage, Denice Briggs, Daniel Briggs, Joyce Peterson, Jason Peterson-"
She gulps. Those last two names were... are close to her heart. They were flying for some work, it was long after she left her aunt's place. She kept tabs on their whereabouts but she never contacted them.
They did, they tried almost every day.
Did she regret her choices? She has yet to decide that.
She takes in a deep breath then smiles when the waitress walks over to her with a plate of roast chicken fillets and mash potatoes, with gravy.
She reaches for her fork and knife, about to cut a piece of chicken but then sighs. She traces her finger in the hill of mash potato, drawing in a seventeen.
"What's that for huh?" The waitress asks with a smile. She looks up, "Oh it's... It's my birthday today."
"Happy birthday! Meals are free if you've got some ID," She informs and the girl digs through her pocket to find her wallet. She clings the ID to the waitress and she nods her head.
"So any plans for today?" She asks and the girl shakes her head with a frown.
"Nothing."
"What about mom and dad?"
She gulps again, the thought of them makes her feel uncomfort-
"Actually yes, we've got surprises," A man waves at her from a booth at the end of the diner, by the window. The waitress smiles and the girl looks at her with confusion.
The guy watches her intently, she decides to approach him. She carries her plate to the table and takes a seat opposite him.
"You are not my dad," She crosses her arms and he puts his hands together. He has a kind looking face though the smirk on his lips says otherwise. He has a rough stubble, messy light brown hair, light eyes.
"Of course not, I'm just a couple years older than you. I wanted to capture your attention," He says then puts his hand out, "My name is Landen Mitchell."
She glances to his hand but doesn't shake it. He rolls his eyes and takes it back. "I've been meaning to meet with you Josie... can I call you Josie?"
"Um why? And no, my name is Joscelyn," She glares at him, "Landen doesn't ring a bell in my mind."
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Fanfiction❝She can feel the discomfort poking into her like the twigs on the ground, broken off from trees swaying in the soft breeze, trees that seem as dead as the night is.❞ __________________________ Based on the completed TV show 'Teen Wolf' (MTV) 04/08...
