Chapter 25 Gone Wrong

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Brittany's POV

"Britt, Have you seen my shorts?" Myles asked me while I am trying to find all of my clothes and belongings all over the bus since we had a flight to New Zealand in a couple hours, I brushed off packing because I was busy exploring and seeing new things yesterday even if I got a couple million reminders to pack and get ready to fly to another country, it was a little less then a four hour flight if everything went fine and then we would get a hotel. As I was told, there isn't a tour bus this time so its buses, trains and planes we have to travel on now. The reason for all of that, well last night we had finished our last show in Australia. The Melbourne show to be exact. The tour has gone by so quickly and just under a week we will be flying home again. This would be the last tour and I didn't want it to come to an end.

"Yea, They were on Briar's bunk last time I saw them." I reply and he thanked me. I walked out to the front room also known as the living room that might has well turned into a luggage port. At least fifth-teen suitcases were in there and the bus already had a small amount of space to begin with, the luggage wasn't helping it get any bigger.

"Are you all packed?" Trevor asks me making his way though the suitcase maze that overtook the front of the bus.

"Almost." I sigh a little stressed about the things I have yet to find or if I was going to find.

"What are you missing?" He asks once he got closer to me.

"My ring, a few tank tops and a phone charger." I reply looking on the ground and underneath the couches.

"Oh, I have your ring in my bag. I found it on the ground last night and Jordan took all the phone chargers." He tells me and I was relieved that my expensive rimg wasn't lost, it was in my boyfriend's bag.

"And you just told me this know?" I giggle at him.

"Sorry. I thought I told you earlier this morning." He smiled and walks past me into the sleeping area where the bunks are at.

I turn around and trace his steps bending down to the floor and zipping up my suitcase. I wasn't bothered by my still lost tank tops, they could easily be replaced and maybe one of the girls had them. I stood up from the group and rolled my heavy suitcase to the front. I stepped over bags until I was near the door and came down the two stairs and looked for Jordan. I couldn't find her and she is the easiest one to spot in all of the cast. I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my shorts. I dialed her cell and while it rang, I continued to look for her outside the theatre. She didn't answer her phone and I tried twice, she probably had my phone charger since Trevor told me she had all the chargers.

Eventually everyone was ready and we began to gather in cabs. Isaiah, Shelby and Trevor were in a taxi with their luggage, Lamar, Isaac and Myles shared a cab. Victoria, Jordan and Briar all went together leaving me alone, the crew offered to ride with them if I wanted to wait around for forty-five minutes but I declined their offer. It wasn't hard to get a ride to the airport.

While I was in the taxi going to the airport, I pulled out my passport and doubled check that everything was right. I had my Canadian Passport in hand with the paper containing the flight information that was given to us by Jason just before leaving the theatre. Flight 202 left for Christchurch at noon and that left a little over an hour to get to the airport and check in.

I stare out the window of the moving vehicle, Melbourne passing by me on the way to the international airport. I saw a airport sign pass us saying it was towards the south end of the city, the exact opposite of the direction I was heading. I didn't doubt it much because I was the one who was foreign in this country and didn't know my own way around and I was thinking the taxi driver was a local and did know his way around the city. Well, I was wrong. About thirty minutes of driving around I knew we were lost and I wished I would have gone with the crew instead of going alone.

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