Halls of Ivy

Flight

"STOP! Cam this is our terminal!" Zoë screeched. I swear if I sit with this annoying pair once again in my lifetime I will slash the tires before the vehicle is moving- they're so annoying I can't take it- actually come to think of it, "Hey Zoe, how about I go get the luggage cart and y'all take out the luggage from the trunk?"

"Yeah okay"

That my friends, is a way out of goo-goo world. I head towards the luggage carts and quickly scrounge for my last quarters to make $2. At least 've given the couple their space to spend the last minutes together, now that were leaving I actually wonder what Cameron is going to do for my sister... would he be like those display- extra- affection- just- to – show- were- a- couple type, or maybe he'll propose to my sister- second though, God forbid, marriage is so over-rated. I have a feeling he'll awkwardly wave her off and leave. As I made my way back I immediately recognised my suitcases thrown on the side of the curb... what the hell?!

As I ran towards it I seen a shadow behind the pillar where my cases were trashed- "Zoë is that you?"

"Leave me alone Belle"

What the hell? "Zo did that retard do something to you? Why on earth is my luggage thrown on the curb and yours neatly lined?" like first the car journey and now this- what have I done to deserve this? I'm already moving across the world with this moron. As I make my way towards her I notice that she's weeping like full on you stole my hidden cookie that I saved from the jar type weeping. Believe me its full- frontal. "God Zo what did he do?"

"The Butthead broke up with me! That's what! I can't move across the world like this- I'm in love with him. I thought he was my future. He is my future!!!"

Praise the Lord they've broken up; it's the best thing ever. Hate love, always will.

I quickly pile the suitcases on the cart and steer it towards the pillar.

"I think it was for the best- he obviously was interested in that prissy cheerleader Lindsay- you have nothing on him, he's an arse who has no future whatsoever. Actually, he lives on his parent's wages and cannot stand on his own two feet. That is why us girls don't need to be dependent on men at all. They just break hearts and act masculine in front of other guys to show off their prize possession of a trophy type girlfriend. If I were you I'd forget him fast. If you're so much in the dumps then think of all the broody British guys you can date- not that I suggest it but it's what counts?"

"Thanks for the female empowerment B. I guess you're right about the new soul mate searching. But I think for now I just need a Starbucks Frappe, some gummy bears and a no brainer magazine, then I'll be good to go!"

"That's the spirit! What happened exactly?" Fair enough the girl just broke up with her love but I need an explanation as to why my frickin luggage was lying on the curb.

"Urgh!! I grabbed his hand and said I want you to come in with us. He went all psycho and said 'Fuck no! Zee I can't do this anymore, we're not who we we're when we started dating' blah blah blah. So I slapped him, jumped out the car opened the trunk threw our cases and shouted a whole load of curses at him whilst he pulled out and drive off"

That guy is the queen of drama. "Zo he is totally not worth your tears okay? Now listen, I will give you permission to date whoever you want in England, obviously your age range but find someone preferably non- Cameron related please"

"After everything that just happened, which might I mention has not sunk in? I think I'm kind of ready for a change, you know? A new outlook on life- one without a boy, but more of a man and one without our mom continuously eyeing what we do and rather letting us grow up!"

Awkwardly she chuckled and pushed my arm, "okay Zo, agreed! We better check in because girl we have 40 minutes until takeoff and you're here bawling your eyes out like a baby not wanting to share her leg hole on the shopping cart!"

"Whatever!"

We swiftly made our way through check-in and security, heading for coffee and bookstores. Once we made our purchases and headed for boarding the plane, everything started to hit me one by one. Every memory I shared with my parents, friends in preschool, my lonely days in high school and college and my single lifestyle. I've always thought I have had it bad but I always look at Zoe, this independent young woman ready to start college and make something of herself all without the guidance of that father- figure.

Once we boarded the plane we headed for the economy coach- great 11 hours of uncomfortable seating all to fly to a country I despise. I think ill sleep.

During the first few hours- I did not get one second to close my eyes and become brainless, no, instead I got a screaming baby, vomit smell, a can of coke spill on the woman's legs next to- I admit that was quite funny, it's like -5 in London and the woman is wearing tight shorts and a cami. Then there's me all bundled up in a large navy oversized coat, 3 layers under a sweater and a pair of brown boots. I think its safe to say I am warm. I should've worn something like Zoe- an all in all simple pair of jeggings, paired with a dress shirt some yellow rain boots, topped off with a simple black cape coat. No wonder we were getting stares off the LA security- it was humid with highs of 20 degrees. Again why oh why am I leaving. Okay- 7 more hours, I can do this... great I need to pee.