Destiny's Flight

Chapter One

Hey everyone! Firstly, I would like to apologize for my grammatical errors & spelling mistakes. English isn't my native language but well, hope you'd enjoy reading xx

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I stepped on the plane, the flight attendants greeted me with a smile. As usual, I didn't care and ignored their gaze. Never cared, never will do.

I went searching for my seat. I never wanted to go to Paris. I'm sure nothing good will happen there, just like my old terrible school, people would probably see me as their nightmare. Would love to encounter that. Jacob Taylor, the boy everyone feared.

I placed my bags in the plane cabin and sat. I placed my headphones on and played my jam on.

I closed my eyes.

Splash.

I widened my eyes.

Next second, I felt myself soaked with water. I stared at the person in front of me. In fact, a girl. I stared at her blonde hair and gorgeous hazel eyes, just like mine. "I am so sorry!" She apologized. I rolled my eyes at her.
I searched for my handkerchief, it was somewhere in my pocket. "Oh here! I have one here, I'm really sorry!" She handed me a purple flowery napkin. Why so girly? I took it and wiped the liquid off me.

She placed her bag in the cabin next to mine. Excuse me? Is she going to sit next to me? I stared at her, irritated.

She smiled at me and sat down. "Hi!" She greeted me, smiling.

"Hi" I replied. Why isn't she terrified of me?

Looked around, a guy stumbled. Stupid.

I gave a loud chuckle. I intended a soft one, but what ever. The blonde girl, whatever her name was, approached the guy and helped him up. I stared at her.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, annoyed. The words accidentally slipped out my mouth.

"Why did I what? Are you saying I shouldn't help the guy there?" She asked me harshly, as if she was the right one.

The stupid guy came towards her and thanked her. Of course, she smiled and gave him her pleasures. I rolled my eyes again.

She smiled a lot, it's annoying me. And no one ever dared. But her. I tried to avoid her. She was too happy. I hated happy people.

She made it look like she had a perfect life. It's an insult to people like me. I hated talking or thinking about my life, but there she was, making my situation worse.

The plane took off. Finally. I would prefer to arrive sooner, though I never wanted to go to Paris, or spend my time with this blonde girl. Hell, she's insane.

I looked at her, she was reading. I sought for the book title, I loved reading too.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

I see.

"What house are you in?" I asked, finally. She was probably a Hufflepuff or something.

She laughed. "Oh, I'm a Gryffindor."

"For bullsh*t people." I insulted.

She gave me a weird stare. "You must be a Slytherin."

"Right." I rolled my eyes and kept silent. She smiled and read some more.