The Famous Neurosurgeon's Daughter

Chapter 1

"Try to keep up please Andrew," I begged my little brother who was slowly dragging behind me. I gripped his hand tightly to maneuver him through the crowds of people at the airport.

"I'm trying, you have bigger legs than me," Andrew whined like a toddler. He's six but still acts like a toddler.

"If I get you Starbucks, can you keep up?" He nodded his head and sprinted over to the nearest Starbucks. I ordered him a frappe and a iced coffee for me.

"I don't like Aunt Ivy." I frowned at him, we were going to live with our Aunt in California. We've visited her a few times but never stayed with her for more than a week. So we were leaving the greatest city ever, New York City. My parents were amazing neurosurgeons, everyone in the country knew the dynamic duo. Vivian and Kyle Mickelson were my parents, people called them neuro gods. I wouldn't blame them, all over our house in New York was their trials. On the wall were drawings and discoveries made by them.

"Why not? She has Amelia, you guys can play together." I have two cousins, Amelia who is Andrew's age and Matt who is my age. They were nice enough kids.

"She's mean! They both are. Amelia buried my action figure at Christmas time!" I take his hand and our carry ons, leading us to our gate.

"Well please be nice because they're letting us stay with them. That's nice right?" He pouted a little bit. I ruffled his blonde hair, causing him to giggle.

"Okay Audrey."

"No it's gate 83," I hear a women's voice say.

"Look out!" I collided with another person, causing me to spill coffee all over my white tee shirt.

"Apologize Daniel," a man said while I helped myself up. I see a guy in a navy and white business suit holding a girl with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, she looked about Andrew's age. Next to him was a beautiful women with white jeans and blazer with a tan blouse on, she was holding a baby boy with little blonde hairs and emerald eyes.

"I'm getting to that Ryder," A voice next to me said. "I'm sorry ma'am." I turn my attention to a guy that looked 19 with dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. He wore a grey suit that brought out his tan.

"It's fine, it's just a shirt and some coffee. It was only my favorite shirt," I say jokingly but he didn't catch on.

"I'm sorry! I'll pay you to get you a new one." Andrew giggles at this.

"It's not my favorite shirt I'm fine dude." He let out a sigh.

"You should probably go change into another shirt, do you have another one? I have one you can borrow." I looked into my carry on bag and pull out a navy tee shirt.

"I'm good. Andrew do you need to come with me while I change or can you be a grown up and hang out by yourself outside the bathroom?" I squat to his level and he just rolls his eyes at me treating him like a child. Which he is.

"I can take care of myself, missy moo," Andrew says and calls me by my nickname.

"It'll only take a second, I'll be in and out."

"I can stay with him if you want," the boy that collided into said and I looked at him. I just lost my parents, I can't lose my brother if this guy is a kidnapper.

"He'll be fine." I grab his hand and we start to run to the nearest restroom.

"Wait what's your name?" He yelled after me.

"Audrey!" I ran into the restroom and quickly changed shirts, not even bothering in going into a stall. I took a look at my appearance, navy shirt and light wash denim shorts. I look fine for a plane.