Season Girl //SOON TO BE DELETED//

Chapter 12

Autumn's POV

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"Autumn? Wakey wakey! We are in China!" Dad poked me awake.

"Egh?" I responded, pushing the eye mask off.

"We are in China!" Dad repeated, smiling like a hyper-active little kid.

I sat up and looked around. People were getting up and leaving the plane.

Dad had undone his seatbelt and was scrabbling to get his carry-on bag out of the overhead lockers.

I stood up and stretched...before dad dumped the contents of the overhead locker on my lap, catapulting me back into the seat.

"Dad!" I groaned, pushing a bag off me.

"What?" He turned around and almost gave me a heart attack.

He had neon yellow sun glasses on, with fake droopy eyeballs dangling off them.

"What?" Dad sniffed, bobbing his head so the eyes moved.

"Get your bag and follow me," I muttered, throwing him his bag and pulling myself out of the seat.

"Yes ma'am," dad replied heartily, solider marching down the aisle of the plane.

I rolled my eyes. He is so embarrassing.

When we got off the plane I checked the board for when our next plane leaves.

We have eight hours to kill here.

We aren't allowed to leave the airport because we don't have a Chinese visa and all that what-not.

"I need to go urinate," I told dad, sitting him down on a chair about 20m away from the females room.

"Stay right here and don't move," I instructed, and dad nodded solemnly.

I took my bag with me and went into the girls bathroom.

There was a long queue of about twenty women, some with crying infants and screaming babies.

When I reached the head of the queue I rushed into a cubicle. Locking the door.

Then I turned to face the toilet.

It is a hole in the ground. I repeat A HOLE IN THE GROUND.

How am I supposed to go to the toilet in that?!

I crouched over, and almost fell in. It was possibly the grossest experience ever.

I pulled a change of clothes out of my bag and pulled them over my head. It's really hot in the airport and I was sweating all over.

When I finished changing I went out and washed my hands in the sink.

"Dad?" I called as I walked out of the bathrooms.

Dad was not where I had left him, near the vending machines, on a padded airport chair.

"Dad?" I asked again, looking around the vending machine, under the chairs and calling through the door of the men's room.

"Dad? Dad!" I yelled, causing several angry Asian business men with briefcases to look at me and scowl.

I saw a sweet store several shops up and sighed with relief.

Dad.

Stumbling with the bags I walked up the escalator to the door of the sweet shop.

And sure enough, just like my prediction, dad stood eager in front of the chocolate stand.

I walked up to him and stood behind him.

"Dad?" I asked sternly.

Dad turned around slowly, a jelly snake dangling from his mouth.

"Ges?" He replied meekly, swallowing the jelly snake.

I thought I told you to stay by the vending machine and don't move!"

"I was boreddd," dad complained.

He is such a little kid at heart. It feels like I'm the adult of the family here, not the kid.

"Come," I took his hand and dragged him over to the paper bags. I selected the smallest bag possible and handed it to him. "Fill this with sweets, it will keep you busy."

Dad looked at me like I was joking. When he realised I wasn't he grabbed the paper bag and ran over to the jelly bean vender.

He turned the handle for the jelly beans to be let out, and it opened too far for him to close, and jelly beans came crashing onto the floor.

Lord help me.