Season Girl //SOON TO BE DELETED//

Chapter 11

Autumn's POV

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When the plane finally arrived, we gathered up our bags and handed in our tickets.

There is this tube/runway/walkway thing that connects the plane to the airport, so we had to walk through that to get to the plane.

When we got on the plane, it took ages to find our seats because we took a wrong turning and were going from the back of the plane to the front, instead of front to back.

We got the double seats by the window, and dad let me have the window seat as long at he got it after the stop over in China.

There were tiny televisions in the back of the seats in front of us, and I settled down to watched Coronation Street.

"Bloody hell!" Dad yelled, thumping his tv screen.

"What's wrong, dad?" I asked, people were looking at us for creating such a scene.

"They don't have Friends on here!"

Friends is dad's favourite television show, we fight for the remote in the evenings sometimes or he'll put it on.

It's an American sitcom about six friends that get up to crazy things. Usually involving alcohol.

"Here," I leaned over and fiddled with the buttons on the panel of his armchair (they control the TV).

I stopped when it landed on The Simpsons.

The Simpsons is just as good, so he will have to deal with it.

"20 minutes until take off, please ensure that your seat belts are secured firmly and that tables are folded up," the captain's voice bounced cheerily over the intercom.

I slipped off my glasses and using the hem of the blue dress I was wearing, rubbed the lenses so I could see better.

I didn't want to see better anymore.

Two people were kissing on Coronation Street.

I've never kissed a boy before. Well obviously I've kissed my dad, but not a none-related boy.

What's it like kissing a boy? When the time comes -it will I hope- then I'll be ready.

I've watched some kissing scenes in movies and taken some points down, so I can be prepared, but I'm still doubtful.

I looked over at dad, the plane hadn't even taken off yet and already he was sleeping, head back, mouth open, and making snoring noises.

That's just great.

I picked a menu of things we can buy and skimmed through.

Food

Boring

Television Problems

No

Safety Procedures

Nuh uh

Shop

That's what I'm looking for.

I went to the entertainment section of the shopping menu and looked at the magazines.

None of them really seemed to interest me that much, but I got a teenage fashion magazine to flick through.

The plane just took off, speeding down the runway.

I shook dad awake, because I knew he'd want to see it.

"Dad," I poked him.

"Dad," poke.

"Dad," poke.

Dad rolled over and looked at me, "what?"

"We're taking off now, want to see?" I opened the blind and light burst through. The buildings were a blur, and finally with a rush we were in the air.

Dad by this time had me pinned against my seat as he leaned over to get a good look.

"Look, Autumn, clouds!" He pointed excitedly.

Did his brain swap with a 2 year old's recently?

You know those sleeping masks you can get when you travel on airplanes? Well I think I'm going to be using mine a hell of a lot.

I ordered dad a breakfast, because he hasn't eaten in a while, that and it will keep him occupied eating it for a bit.

With dad digging into his breakfast merrily, watching cartoons on the television ahead of him, I settled down to read the fashion magazine.

On the front cover a tall, thin, blonde girl with big blue eyes sitting on a white garden chair.

She was wearing a blue raincoat with white spots on it and black leather high heels.

That's just plan impractical if its raining. It will ruin the leather.

On the next page was some do's and don't's in fashion.

Then, some more photos and the prices of the clothes all the models were wearing.

Dad leaned over and pointed his fork at the magazine.

"When we get to Australia, Autumn, and we settle down, and you make new friends, you can go and buy some new clothes," he gestured with his fork, and some baked beans fell off and onto the page.

I flicked them off an glared at dad.

"Careful," I pulled some wipes out of my bag and passed them to dad, and he wiped his face and hands.

I folded the magazine away, called a stewardess over to take dad's plate away, and fixed the dark eye mask firmly over my eyes.

"Be quiet, my brain is resting," I told dad, and crossed my arms over my chest, closing my eyes.