Mr. Tea And The Long Lashed Boy

Chapter I - America

Story Started: 10.24.16
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Part Started: 10.24.16
Part Completed: 11.01.16
Part Word Count: 1648
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Chapter I
Matteo's POV

My stomach churned with the movement of the metal death machine. The movement causing me to quickly wonder why I put my faith into such a thing, something that was, is, supposed to carry me across the Atlantic Ocean.

With a shallow breath and a grip to the armrest I snapped my tray into the back of the seat in front of me into the upright position and then sent my numb fingers to latch my thin seatbelt.

Landing.

This was always the hardest part, for me that is.

I hated the way my hands would get sticky and clammy, than my stomach would twist with knots, this would be followed by a thick pounding in my temples as I inhaled into a paper bag trying to keep from hyperventilating.

A shutter from the plane caused my fingers to squeeze the armrest and my eyes to snap close.

I was going to die.

My burning throat itched with pain as the wheels caused a soft 'thud' noise and slowed the plane to a slow halt.

My nightmare had ended, at least I thought so as I grabbed my enlarged carry-on and sidestepped into the line of awaiting people. Little did I know this would be just the beginning.

"Thank you for flying with Hartons. Please make your way towards the first exit in front of you." Came the rough voice of the pilot as the doors opened releasing the eager citizens.

After passing the black gates, also known as the entry, I made myself towards the baggage claim. Receiving my luggage, of four molten lava colored suitcases, I proceed to make my way, slowly might I add, to the "loading" area.

This is where I noticed my family driver, Calvin - the American, waiting with his complete blackout Hummer and poor decision of bright orange interior.

Upon noticing me he makes his way over and without a word he takes two of my suitcases and puts them in the trunk, me following behind with the other two.

'Mmm. No greeting. Shocker.'

When all my belongings are loaded into the back I slip into the passenger side, my fingers automatically going to the radio to change the country station he had on whining about some heartbreak.

Finally satisfied with a local radio station playing Helena by MCR I drop my hands in my lap. My head tilted back against the plush headrest.

No words were spoken as Calvin climbed in, snapped his seatbelt in place, then drove off.

Fifteen Minutes Later
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I noticed the house should be approaching anytime by how the houses started to get larger with more elegance, the yards bigger, fancier, with the huge security gates surrounding the areas, I could even tell by how the road went from low maintenance to perfect, no bumps or jerks of the asphalt below the car.

That, however, was indeed how my overpowered and money hungry parents went. They had to have to newest items, the best guards, the expensive house with the huge yard, they even had to have a wait staff on hand to complete their circle of life.

Two men, one on each side of a large, black, metal, gate pulled it to the far sides. This left just enough space for the diver to crawl the car through and to the main, elegant, entrance.