Uncertain

Chapter 2

"You don't need magic to disappear. All you need is a destination."
-Anonymous

~Michelle~
I'm at the airport. 6:58PM, I'll be boarding soon. I glance around at the people and emotions, melancholy, happiness, anger, and love.

I believe the airport has more sincere hugs than wedding halls, but I deeply yearn for my parents to be here, supporting my decisions and helping me through.

I see so many different faces. People at my gate are smiling and giggling at each other, except for one guy who appears to be a little older than me. He's sobbing with his black hair falling into his bright blue eyes. He catches me staring at him as I awkwardly glance away. I feel bad for him, I'm in a mini skirt and a nice pair of heels, he's wearing a torn up pair of jeans and some worn out Nikes along with a simple red V-neck.

I nervously walk over to his seat, my heels loudly clanging against the tile floor. He sees me and pulls his hood down, covering his scarred face.

"Are you alright?" I ask gently, curious to find out what's going on with this strange man.

"What does it look like? Just go away, please," He answers with a miserable tone, not wanting to talk.

"Look, there's nothing I can do if you don't tell me what's going on," I continue cautiously.

"Who are you, and why do you care anyway?!" He shouts, most everyone glaring at him.

"Shhhhh, I care because I want everyone to just be happy. My name is Michelle Tipol, what's your name?" I ask, secretly terrified, but I've learned how to hide my feelings.

"Wait, you're THE Michelle Tipol, as in the daughter of two millionaires?!!" He replied immediately, almost giving me a heart attack.

I left that out earlier, but yes it's true. My parents are both millionaires. The thing is, I don't like being rich. Don't get me wrong, money is great, but when people figure out who I am, they classify me as a mean, snobby bïtch.

Before he can give me his name, the passengers are called to board the plane. The anonymous man runs instantly, like disappearing in plain sight.

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"It's hard to answer the question 'What's wrong' when nothing's right."
-Anonymous

~Quinn~
I'm so embarrassed. I'm sitting alone in my airport gate, tears streaming down my crinkled face. No one's sitting next to me, but I can tell that people are staring at me.

I ignore it for awhile, until I can't ignore it anymore. I look up and spot a gorgeous girl looking at me, in a tight skirt and high heels. Her hair is perfect, her eyes are perfect, but like I always tell myself, sure, they might be smiling, but that doesn't mean they're not breaking on the inside.

She looks away. To my surprise, she struts over to my seat like a model, her heels making a perfect rhythm.

She asks me if I'm okay. I hate when people do that, it just makes me cry more. I yank my hood down, hoping she doesn't see me sob more.

I'm rude. I tell her to go away and then yell at her, the whole airport hearing me. She doesn't give up, it seems like she wants me to be happy. I don't know why, but it's surprisingly comforting.

Then, the craziest thing happens. She tells me that she's Michelle Tipol. The Michelle Tipol. The girl I've admired my whole life that I've seen in newspapers everywhere. How did I not recognize her? Oh, my hood, my stupid, stupid hood. I was being rude to my lifelong idol. Wow.

Before I can introduce myself, I'm called to get on the plane. Thrilled and terrified that I met Michelle Tipol, I sprint as fast as my scrawny legs can carry me onto the plane.

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A/N
Hey guys, there will be some language in this book that is not for children lol, so please take note of that.
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