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Chapter 9: Plane shake

Butterflies, jitter, and tingles in my stomach explode as I zip my last suitcase. "Mia are you up?" Lydia knocks on the door and I open with a smile. "You are, here." She hands me another suit case, "where's your sleep wear?" I point to the red suitcase. She walks past me and grabs the bag.

"Hey where are you going with that?" I follow her to her room and she locks it in her closet.

"You'll thank me later now let me do your hair." She pushes me down on the vanity chair. "Has your baby called, your smoochie poo, cuddle bear?" I swat her hand away as she pinches my cheeks.

"Stop we don't call each other names, aww do you and Mark call each other that." She laughs and rolls her eyes. She wraps strands of my hair around the wand. "And no he should be in Study hall right now." I check my phone just incase.

"So have you and Harry like you know..." she winks and I furrow my eyebrows "uh frick fracked, mattress mambo, ruffled the sheets, spanked the monkey, the dirty dirty, knocking boots?" my face twist and I laugh.

"Lydia have you been smelling your nail polish too much?" I laugh even more and she pauses with an annoyed face.

"Oh come on I'm talking about sex, have you and Harry do it yet?" my giggles immediately stop and I feel my palms get sweaty.

"No Lydia, we've only been going out for three weeks." I sit up straighter and try to calm the nervous hiccups.

"And? You two are inseparable. He's over here all the time and since you graduated early you're like a little puppy dog waiting for him to come home."

"Are you calling me a dog?" I try to sound hurt.

"It was a metaphor, but seriously have you two said the L word yet?" she sits in front of me and makes loose curls that way. Lydia says since my hair has never been touched with a styling iron it's healthy as a horse. She loves doing my hair and I'm beginning to like her doing my hair, she's not as bad as I thought.

"No, like I said it's only been three weeks." She stays silent and I know she is the only one I can ask her the question. "Lydia how do you know when you should use the L word?" I look up and she opens her makeup drawer.

"Well you just kind of feel it; it took me and Mark four months." She hands me the eye liner and I only apply a small amount. She continues to pin some of my hair away from my face.

After I'm ready Lydia helps me pick out an outfit comfortable enough for the plane ride but not too comfortable, I pull on the long black maxi dress with the black open toe T strap flat sandals that have black roses line down the middle. It's only nine thirty and Harry gets out at three. I can see where Lydia's metaphor comes in.

After breakfast I feel myself going through the check list of things to do. I pace around the house then out back in the garden back inside and finally I distract myself with 'The Book Thief' sitting in the library couch. Chapter seven and my eyes feel heavy and my arms slowly rest and close the book before I close my eyes.

"Miabella Alora Gailbrum." I wake and sit up right to the harsh and deep voice. My heart is beating too fast for my breathing. "Calm yourself." He stands as if he's looking down at one of his despised people.

"Why am I here, why have you brought me here? I need to return, you have taken me without consent and I am still upon a slumber." I can feel half of me still sleeping.

"Miabella I have a prophecy." I'm forced to stand and immediately I'm in Gailbrum attire, the heavy dress, and my eyes can feel the thick eyeliner. "I want you to be head chair maiden with me." Okay now I'm awake.