subjected // hayes grier

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I woke with the sound of an annoying, irritating noise. I pulled my pillow over my face, trying to block out what ever was beeping.

Beeping? I thought. I opened my ,groggy and still tired, eyes; I looked over my shoulder to my night stand and sure enough...my phone was blaring at full blast. Full blast if annoyance.

I groaned as I took my phone and turned off the alarm and saw the little reminder I had written on the alarm. 'Time To See Cam!!!'.

Time to see Cam? Oh Yeah! I'm seeing Cameron at Magcon. I shoved the sheets off my body and bolted to the bathroom. I was showered and dry within 20 minutes and already trying to choose an outfit.

I should have chose the outfit yesterday.

I had a white crop top and a grey cardigan, attached to a hanger with a pair of jeans and grey hightop vans.

As I got ready, I replayed my schedule in my head:

1. Go to the airport.

2. Find Cam once you get there.

3. Stay at a hotel for a night.

4. Meet other boys at hotel.

Done! I took a look at myself in the mirror; I looked good enough to go on an airplane.

It's just an airplane, I thought to myself. As I was about to get my phone from my bed, I hear Mom talk from downstairs.

"Isabella! Hurry up! We'll be late!"

Excitement rushed through me as I grabbed my phone and raced downstairs. My suitcases and everything else was already in the car trunk.

"Morning Mom," I said, walking into the kitchen and kissing my mom's cheek as I passed her. "What's for breakfast?"

"Good Morning, Honey. Eggs, sausage, bacon, and orange juice!" Mom exclaimed..

I smiled as I sat down on my seat. Mom turned around to face me, with a plate in her hands full of food. I could practically feel the drool running down my mouth. She sat the plate in front of me and gave me a fork.

"Breakfast is served."

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"Please buckle your seat belts as we prepare for flight," The man over the operator said. I buckled my seat belt and waited for the 'taking off' to be done. I hate flying in general, but if it's the fastest way to Cameron...then so be it.

The plane ride was a pain, as usual when people are flying. I did very little things. I talked to Hannah, my best friend, through the phone; I ate peanuts, since they're the only good in this plane; I pulled out my book, my favorite, that I had read over fifteen hundred times; I texted Cam saying I was coming, but he hasn't responded yet.

Complete boredom!

I was the window seat so I was able to peak out the window every so often. The girl to my left was a 5 year old, but she was an absolute Angel. She didn't complain, throw a fit, nor did she try to bother anyone else. I was lucky this time; I knew that if I was on a tour with my brother would include consequences. Flying was definitely one of them.

The blonde haired women at the far must have been the little girl's mother because when ever she had to go somewhere, like the bathroom, she would tap on the ladie's arm and the lady would lean down as the little girl whispers into her ear. Then the woman would do what ever the little girl had requested Blondie to do.

I've become perceptive...this plane ride is driving me crazy!!!

I checked my phone and saw a notification, someone texted me. It was from Cam! It read:

'Can't wait to see you Sis!<3'

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"Please buckle your seat belts and prepare for landing."

I opened my eyes and yawned in exhaustion.

I must've fallen asleep. I buckled my seat belt that I had, strangely, taken off while I was asleep. I pulled out my book, again, to distract me from the nasty filling at the pit of my stomach as the plane landed.

Once I was off the plane and everything was checked and ready to go, I started searching for Cameron.

Well, that should be easy, I thought sarcastically.

There were people everywhere and, believe me when I tell you this, no one stood still. Like a swarm of people that was being chased by an invisible man that could have killed them. I had made it to a bench, in which no one was swarming over. Now just sit...and wait.