After aimlessly walking around street for over an hour I finally stumbled across a Pawnbrokers. They only offered me $700 but it was enough to get me a flight home while also paying for a passport and a night to stay somewhere.
I ordered a passport and it would be ready the next again day and I checked into a crappy corner street hotel. I'm glad the hotel had free computer usage. I googled flights to England and a whole bunch if stuff came up. I clicked on the first link and looked for flights that flew to Manchester. I was in no such luck. Where was the closest flight? Looks like I'm flying to London. I booked the flight for tomorrow morning at 8:30 am. Once I'd done that I decided to log into my old twitter, I haven't been on in 3 years, my notifications will have blown up. When I logged in i was shocked to find my follower count had went up to over half a million. i would search up my sister and message her but she never had twitter. I logged off. I realised I should probably phone my family but I don't have the number and I can't phone the police; "hi I was kidnapped for three years can you take me home?" It sounds crazy.
I never bothered with having anything I eat so I just turned in for the night.
The next morning I was woke up with a buzz of my alarm clock that of acquired from the hotel. 7:45am. Plenty of time. I pulled on the only clothes I actually owned, the same ones I'd been wearing for three years almost. There ain't department stores in hostage situations .I made my way downstairs to 'hitch a cab' as they'd say in America.
Once I got in the taxi we made a pit stop at the passport place and I picked up my passport before hopping back in and making my way to the airport. I never showed it but I was really nervous. What if everyone never bothered that I had went missing? What of they stopped looking? What if the gave up? What if my mum and dad and sister forget me? Or don't recognize me? The thoughts that swirled in my head where abruptly stopped when the taxi driver barked that we were at the airport. I paid him before steeping out and into the airport. It was busy with people and flashes in every direction. Gosh, what's with all the hassle?
I was checked in pretty quickly and I made my way up to the duty free where I decided to go and buy some snacks for the plane. And maybe a good book?
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Take Me Home
Fanfiction16 years old. Lizzie is taken. Fast forward a bit. 3 years later. Lizzie escapes. Lizzie goes home. But things were never going to go back to normal. Especially when sisters, bestfriends, boysand bad attitudes are involved. //// A/N I'm so sorry...
