I stand at the gateway to the plane, tears gushing down my face. I'll be the last one to board the plane but I don't care. I don't want to go anymore. My mum rubs away a single tear from my cheek. "It's okay" she says her voice cracking "you'll be back at the end of the month, that's if your not having too much fun" a gurgle escapes her mouth which was probably her attempt at a laugh.
I nod and turn my back on my family. Taking a deep breath i walk towards the plane. I roughly scrape the palm of my hand under my eyes demolishing my tears. I hope my face doesn't look red.
When I get on the plane I notice that there aren't very many seats left but I find one on its own. I don't like sitting beside people, I don't know why... I guess it's just some childish fear that dictates my choices sometimes. I also like sitting at the window on a plane. When we're up in the air and I see the view, it always reminds me how insignificant we are and everything I worry about isn't that significant either.
I reach for my earphones in my pocket when I hear a voice. I look up and see a teenaged boy with black- brown hair with a golden streak at the top right had corner of it. His eyes are a chocolate brown colour. He smiles at me and says "em sorry do you mind if I sit there?"
"Yeah go ahead" I say turning back towards the window hoping that my face isn't red and tear-streaked for the second time.
"I seen you before," I turn my head to look at him, he must have noticed that I am confused because he continued "at the gateway I mean, I know it's none of my business but I've been in your posit-"
I feel the tears beginning to lubricate on my eyes and say "Sorry I don't mean to sound rude but I don't really want to talk about it"
"Sorry" he smiles sympathetically at me
"It's okay" I smile back
"So," he asks "What's your name"
"Melissa" I reply
"Nice name, I'm Michael"
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