Teenage Dirtbag // hs fan-fiction (au)

"Good-bye!" - (1)

"Now boarding all passengers onto flight 1346 departing from Los Angeles." The robotic voice chimed in over the airport intercom.

I was so scared, but so excited at the same time. I didn't want to leave my little sister and my aunt.

I had lived with my Aunt since I was eight, my parents died in a car crash and at the time I wasn't fully aware that they were never coming back. My sister and I had to take a "trip" to Los Angeles, being in the airport reminded me of that time and I cringed at the memory of a clueless, eight year old me walking onto the plane.

I wish now that I had stayed in London the whole time and never moved away when my mum died.

"Goodbye, honey," my aunt chirped, ripping me from my thoughts about the past, "I hope you have a good time. Ella and I are going to miss you so much!"

"I will have fun, don't worry. And I'll miss you too! Ella do I get a hug before I go?" I smile at her.

Ella slid out from behind my Aunt. She was so shy. She relied on me for everything, I'm really going to miss her.

"Do you have to leave Bri?" Ella mumbled. She cried and hugged me the whole car ride here. It was heartbreaking.

"Yes honey, I do. But I'll call you a lot, just like I promised. We can even Face-Time, Isn't that neat?" I felt so bad to leave.

"Yeah." Ella said, barely audible. She talked very quiet when she was upset; she got that from her mum. She ran over to me and I picked her up and spun her around, holding her tight in my arms.

I was going to miss this little girl so much; I was all she had, other than my Aunt. I had to grow up pretty fast when I moved to Los Angeles to live with my Aunt, because my Aunt worked all the time, she's a nurse so she's pretty busy, being home alone a lot I had to learn how to do things on my own.

I gave my Aunt a hug and planted a kiss on my little sister's forehead.

"Final call for flight 1346 departing from Los Angeles." The voice repeated again.

I sighed, "Be brave for me Ella. Okay?"

"Mmm". She nodded. Her knuckles were turning white from holding on to her blanket so hard. Mom gave it to her, and I doubt she'll ever let it out of her grip while I'm gone.

I give Ella and my Aunt one final hug each then turned around to walk towards the gate and handed the teller my passport and ticket.

"Have a great flight, Ma'am." Said the teller. Her fake smile and glassy eyes gave me the creeps.

I turned around just before walking out of the glass sliding doors. My sister clung to my aunt and waved; her watery eyes almost made me turn around and stay home. My Aunt was smiling wide; she wouldn't ever let us see her cry. She said she was too tough for crying. But I swear I saw a single tear roll down her cheek.

I walk out onto the tar-mat and the warm summer air whips around my face. I'm also going to miss the sun a lot, the beach too. But I know I will feel at home in London.

I climb up the final steps onto the airplane and find my seat, B-21. I scan the aisles and near the front of the plane I find my seat. The plane is stuffy and hot. I pull my phone, my book, and my headphones out of my carry-on, then shove my carry-on in the compartment above me. After I sit down I tuck my purse under the seat.

The plane's seats are old, lumpy and scratchy and there are no TV's. Headphones, my phone and my book are going to be my best friends on this flight. I'm reading The Perks Of Being A Wallflower and all I can say so far is that it's very inappropriate.

A sweet little old lady comes to sit down beside me, she asks me about where I'm going and what I have planned. I tell her that I'm staying in London for a year and that I just graduated high school. She congratulated me on graduating and said that she lives in London too. I told her that was cool. I kind of already knew because her accent was really strong.

The conversation dies after a couple of minutes and soon enough the old lady falls asleep.

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I must've drifted off as well because I'am awoken to a flight attendant gently shaking my shoulder,

"Miss, please wake up."

"Huh?" I rub my eyes

"We have arrived in London, England." She says clearly amused, I must look terrible.

I sit up and look out the window; it looks exactly the same as when I left 10 years ago. I squiggle a little as the excitement floods in.

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Picture of Addison on the side!

- Morgan :)