Trapped in a Fantasy

Chapter-10

(about to takeoff)

Location: America
John F. Kennedy International Airport

8:55 am

•••EVANGELINE•••

"Evangeline, I have a bad feeling about this.", Samantha whispered to me as we both buckled up our seatbelts.

"Chill. Final destination was just a movie." , I whispered back to her, then looking at Sasha and Jason get sitted on the seats way in front of us.

Ugh.

"I had a weird dream last night."

"The same one you have every other night?" I asked her, furrowing my eyebrows.

"It was different this time. I saw her again." , she said to me while tying her long charcoal hair with a rubber band which defined her sharp jawline. Her chocolate brown eyes where filled with worry as she spoke of her. "I haven't dreamt of her for five years, E."

I could feel the glow from my pale face drain out as I recalled when I first met Samantha.

"She made me do it!"

"I'm not schizophreniac! Leave me alone!"

"Evangeline!" Samantha shook my shoulders violently bringing me back to my senses. "We're about to take off."

"Don't worry, Sam. I'll be there. Nothing will happen to you. Okay?"

"Okay.", she replied, unsure as she gently stroke the tattoo 'Complicated' on her wrist.

I tried to be a supportive friend. I just hope I succeeded in helping my friends. Making friends was easy. Keeping them and making sure you were there for
them every moment was the hard part.

I just wanted Samantha to be happy. I wanted to see her happy. I wanted to take away the feeling Sasha had after losing her grandma. I wanted to help everyone. But I couldn't. I had no power to.

You didn't need to be a psychologist to understand that people had problems that were unimaginably horrible. That people needed all the help they needed. That each individual had a unique potential they could contribute to the people and the world.

Italy was going to be a changing point for all of us. It just had to be.

Even though I had taught Jake a lesson, I was still angry at him and it somehow made me want to show him that I could do better than him. That he wasn't the only guy every girl could fall in love with. I wasn't sad that I was almost played with. I was angry

"You didn't leave anything, did you?" , Samantha asked me.

"Not a chance. My mom made me make a list and pack my belongings alphabetically. So I, sure as hell, didn't leave anything.", I replied making us both laugh.

"Shhhh" the old woman beside us whispered which made us laugh even more but silently.

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