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Hey! So here i am as promised!
Again please give this story a chance 'caus e next chapter is gonna be HOT!
PLEASE VOTE \COMMENT!
Also i need help with a surname to Jean ex-husband!
so help me!
enjoy it
Aliech
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Chapter 2
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Later
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The next 10 hours were pure hell, the plane was late.
We stopped in Lisbon like the normal flights do before heading to Boston.
There I walked around the airport, looking at the shops.
Seriously this airport looked more like a shopping center than an airport!
I bought some cool Nike shoes a D&C glasses and a T-shirt saying "You Can look but can't touch".
One plus is that I didn't get lost, or lost my passport, ( you could say, I am lucky for not losing my head because is glued to my body!)
I went to a restaurant an order a "Cozido à Portugal" A traditional food that I ate whenever I came to Portugal. Mmm. It was delicious.
So When was time for my next flight, I went but it was late two hours. 'Cause someone was tough it was funny being rude to the front person and when the workers talk to him he didn't stop so police came and kicked him and his friends out of the plane. Also we need to wait for them to find their bags.
That episode was boring and a inconvenience, because I hate waiting.
(A\N:That actually happen to me! On my flight back home one man...well you know)
Now it was seven hours to go to get to Boston!
Way to go!
I also went on first class.
Loved The Attention!
Finally after hearing , like 300 music's from my ipod we landed. We got out and after doing the annoying stuff about paper and where they ask you "why are you her?" like if someone is going to rob a bank is going say "I am here over a week, planning to steal a bank Saturday!" yeah, right.
Next to that I went to pick up my 2 bags and went where I was going to meet up with dad.
"Avril! Avril! HERE!" someone shouted, I turn around and see my father and uncle Peter.
I headed over to them and give a hug to each one of them. My father looked the same. He had the same hair as me, chestnut color... and had deep brown eyes , he was now 36 and my dad's name is Richard. Peter has also brown eye but he has black hair, actually scratch that, he has almost no hair!
I smiled at them, they smiled back.
"So, do you have everything?" I nodded "let's go then!"
We went to parking place and went to our car.
We put my bags on it and enter the car, my father went to the driver seat. He put the car on and
started driving towards his home.
