Season Girl //SOON TO BE DELETED//

Chapter 10

Autumn's POV

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After we said goodbye to mum we climbed back into the car and sped down the highway, to the airport.

"Autumn?" Dad asked, not leaving his eye contact with the vehicle ahead of us.

"Yes, dad?"

"Use my mobile to see if our plane has been delayed," dad nodded lightly towards his phone, which was balancing in the cup holder.

"Yep," I slid through the lock pattern on his phone and found the app- we were running 15 minutes late, lucky for us the flight had been delayed an hour, because of the cold weather in China (we were stopping in China to refuel).

"The flight is an hour late," I confirmed, clicking onto a game on his phone- snakes and ladders vs the computer.

I played snakes and ladders on dad's phone for a while, with my feet resting on the dashboard, but then I got bored so I tried to catch up on some sleep.

I reached for my black beanie that I always have on hand to cover my eyes with, but then I realised I left it on the counter at Amy's yesterday.

Bugger.

Using my daggy school jumper to keep me warm, I curled up and closed my eyes tight.

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I woke up to dad nudging me awake.

"Autumn, we're here."

I opened my eyes wearily, and pushed my glasses back onto my nose because they had become misplaced on my lap (she isn't wearing contacts right now, people).

A big sign told me that we had arrived at Heathrow Airport, the airport of London, the biggest most famous city in the whole of England.

"Flight WAH47GS to Australia please make your way to gate 43," a bored voice echoed over the intercom.

"That's us, Autumn," dad explained, pulling our bags out of the boot of the car.

My suitcase has wheels on the bottom, so I dragged it along, it making clickity-clack noises on the cement.

We spent at least 10 minutes looking for gate 43 because there was about 100 gates to pick from.

When we arrived in the lounge, we were asked to go through security.

When we went under the metal detector thing it started beeping.

I had my carry-on bag with me, and my nail scissors had set the machine off.

Oops.

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep

I was called out of the line and the guard gave me a security swipe, which means with a mini metal detector they cover my whole body and bag, looking for anything dangerous.

When he said the 'all clear' I went with dad back to the lounge.

They had free little wifi boxes that you could buy, so I connected my laptop with one and checked my emails.

Seven (7) new emails have reached your inbox!

1 from Katie Martin

1 from Yvonne Gray

6 from Tom Matthews

I opened the one from Katie and I read her response to the email I sent her yesterday.

Autumn,

Who gave you my email address? It's not the type of thing people should just be handing out.

I'm 'sooooo' sorry for making your life hell, but guess what, I'll keep it up until we graduate.

Like I believe someone as sad and pathetic as you could ever be good enough to go to Australia- that's where they have Model Spotter's at every venue.

I'll see you tomorrow, don't get your hopes high, because they will be crashing down shortly :)

Katie

P.s, Joe? Like seriously, he is so yesterday, I have Hamish now.

Wow I hate her. Doesn't she have a nice bone in her body? Actually, that's pretty much impossible because your bones can't be categorised into good and bad groups, but you get what I mean.

I opened Yvonne's email next.

Hello Autumn,

Lets 's cut to the chase, I know you hate me as much as I hate you, so we are equal in that, obviously not by appearance- have you seen that haircut you have?

You, moving to Australia? As if! That's the biggest lie I've heard you say in years. Remember back in grade school with you told me that your mum was a model? Were you trying to impress me, Autumn? Everyone here knows that your mum is dead.

You need to get that through your head, the sooner the better.

I'll see you tomorrow, do you have the answers ready for Mr Lyon's pop quiz?

I need them ready.

Yvonne

OK, it's official, Yvonne is the meanest girl to ever set foot on this planet. I hate her. She doesn't have the right to talk about my mum like that. She just doesn't.

I only realised I was crying when dad asked me if I was OK.

"Autumn?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"You excited?" Dad looked over at me wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Yes, I am," I really am.

"Do you want to see the house we will be moving into? I have a picture on my phone," dad dug around in his pocket for a few seconds before revealing his phone.

He got the pictures of the house up and showed me a picture.

From the outside it looked like a small flat, reached three storeys.

"We own all of that?" I gasped.

"Yep, it's just one house, but it's been designed to look like that so it looks bigger," dad swiped his finger across the screen of his phone and another photo skimmed along.

It was a picture of the kitchen, spreading into the lounge, where a beige sofa sat.

"How will all of our stuff fill up that?" I asked, as dad slid his phone back into to his pocket.

Dad smiled and hugged me, "darling Autumn, my season girl, we will make it fit."