I jump out of my seat and see that most of the plane has been emptied of people. I grab my carry-on out of the shelf with a little difficulty and laugh when I do get it out and it hits me in the face. My smile fades when I hear a faint giggle in the background; I can already feel my cheeks heating up.
I grab my purse from under my seat and wrap my headphones around my phone, then throw it into my purse.
As I walk out of the door I'm handed a brochure and given a,
"Welcome to London!" And a fake smile.
The cool air whips my hair around my face and it reminds me of days when mum and I would go on walks through the park near our old house, before it got bad, before she met him. She would always make sure I was wearing a warm sweater and mitts. I miss going on walks. I miss my mum.
The warm airport air is inviting once I walk in, and stuffy at the same time. My flight luggage hasn't come out of the machine yet, so I take my phone out and turn it off airplane mode.
I open the one text I got while on the plane. It's from my aunt and it says,
"Hi Addison! I hope you had a good flight and you find your luggage okay. I put a gift in your suitcase for you; open it when you get to your apartment. Have fun! Call me when you get your gift. :)"
Now I really wanted my suitcase. About five minutes later, my plain black suitcase comes around in front of me and I pull it off the conveyer belt and pop out the handle and roll it away.
I look around for the car rental department and I find it with ease. It's in the center of the airport convenient.
The greasy car dealer makes me pay way too much for a car but I can't do anything without a car, and the car is pretty nice. It's a Chrysler or something, I'm not very good with cars, but my Aunt said it was nice and safe.
The car is already paid for so all I need to do is get the keys. My Aunt paid for my car, because I paid for the flight and the apartment.
The greasy car dealer hands me the keys and tells me the car is parked out in front, and to the right.
I thank the greasy man and walk out of the airport into the windy weather of London. I walk down the grey lot, dodging cars as I walk. I press the unlock button on the car keys and a beep comes from a black car a little ways away. I walk towards the car dragging my suitcase and my carry-on behind me, my purse slung over my shoulder.
My suitcase fits perfectly into the trunk of the car and I put my carry-on in the backseat and my purse in the passenger seat.
I put the key in the ignition and twist it. The car engine roars to life and the screen on the console turns on. This car is definitely better than my car at home. The car that my Aunt and I shared, because she was always at work, I barely went anywhere, I just babysit Ella.
I select a station with okay music and find the GPS setting on the screen. I punch in the address of my soon to be apartment and an automated voice comes in over the music telling me to turn left onto Silver Ave.
I pull out onto the busy road, but not before a few practice runs around the parking lot because the steering wheel is on the other side of the car. It's not too hard to get the hang of.
After a lot of left and right turns I arrive at a cute little apartment building, the kind that's made of brick and has little vines running up the side of the building. Its looks like a warm and busy place, so I must've chosen a good apartment.
A bellhop greets me as I step out of the car and I stifle back a laugh at his ridiculous outfit, he grabs my luggage out of the trunk for me, even though I could have gotten it out myself.
The bellhop kindly asks for my keys, and at first I'm confused, but then I realize he is going to park my car for me. So, I hand them over to him and he hops in my car and drives it into the underground parking area.
I walk into the lobby and then walk up to the front desk. I am handed my room key and given directions.
I head towards the elevator still rolling my suitcase and carry-on behind me. I take a deep breath then walk onto the elevator; quickly I select the 4th floor and nervously hum along to the annoying elevator music until the doors open with a beep. Honestly I hate elevators; I'm so scared that one day I'm going to get stuck in one.
I walk down the patterned carpet, passing door after door until I reach my door. 4-16 is my room number and it is shown on my door in welded metal, covered in chipping gold paint.
As I enter I suddenly remember the gift. I run in and kneel down on the floor quickly opening my suitcase, as I lay it open in front of me the gift comes into view and I have to blink a couple times to make sure I'm not seeing things.
Then I scream.
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Yay for cliffhangers. Hope you liked it. xx
- Morgan (:
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