A day later, Mid-February
My duffel bag hangs light on my shoulder while my carry-on bag dangles from my hand. Bea tells me I must sign in my duffel bag with the people in the front of the airport.
I use one of the free labels and write my name on my bag. Then I give it to a lady behind a short counter, and she sends it down a black conveyor belt. I wait tell my bag disappears, and I say thank you.
"Adelaide, follow the crowd to the bag checking security station. Then put your bag through another conveyor belt and you can walk through the scanner."
I nod. "I won't see you for awhile," Bea says, "but I know you'll be fine without me."
"Goodbye," I whisper as I envelope her in a big hug.
"Look at me, Adelaide. This isn't forever. This is just for now. Please don't be angry with me. I love you."
"I love you, too."
***
I find a seat near the front of the plane and watch people board the plane. A mother and two children board after me. They sit in the row behind me, laughing at something the littlest one said. A tall man wearing a suit and holding a briefcase walks on next. He quickly makes his way to the back of the plane while and elderly couple sits down in front of me.
Everyone here is so different, I think. I wonder why they all need to go to England.
As the plane takes off I look out the window, watching the city disappear behind me and the skyscrapers fade into the blur of buildings below us.
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Paper Wings
General Fiction"You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it." *** Adelaide Thompson spent her whole life waiting for something interesting to happen to her. On her thirteenth birthday, something did. Her twin sister, Chelsea, died in an accid...
