Nation

Chapter 10- The flight

Across from me in Costa, there was a girl with brown hair, ombrèd blonde at the ends. She was holding hands with a guy over the table. I'm not going to lie, they were a cute couple. And it pained me to know that if Johnny was here right now, he'd probably be holding my hands.

"Hey, are you okay?" The girl looked at me worriedly.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks for asking." I asked, trying to sound light-hearted. I didn't realise that I had tears oozing out of my eyes.

"I don't like seeing people cry. I'm Bekka. This is Nathan."

The guy smiled at me and waved. He was really good looking.

"Hi, I'm Kassy."

"Wanna talk about it?" Nathan piped up, and nodded towards the empty seat on their table.

These people were strangers, so what did I have to lose?

I ended up sitting with them and telling them everything. From the start of the bullying, to the hospital.

"So, where are you going?"

"Some stupid Romania project."

"No way! Thats where I'm going. The better person project?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, glad I know someone."

I was really glad I would at least be acquainted with someone.

"Where are you going, Bekka?" I decided it was only polite to ask.

"Visiting family in Mexico."

"Ah, have fun"

"FLIGHT 165 TO BUCHAREST, NOW READY FOR BOARDING."

The voiceover boomed.

My heart faltered. I really didn't want to go.

"Come on then, Kassy, we'd better go." Nathan smiled sadly at me.

He hugged Bekka and many tears were shed. It was quite lovely really, how obviously in love they were.

We made our way to the terminal, and he was still crying.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He sent me a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and nodded. We boarded the plane, and it turned out that we were sitting together on the plane.

After a while of waiting, a small girl with shoulder-length brown hair and geek-glasses sat down one the end of our row.

"Hi, I'm Rachel."

"Nathan."

"Kassy."

"You two here for that stupid better person project?"

"Yeah. What did you get signed up for?"

"I listened to music too much, and didn't talk to my parents alot. What about you?"

"My brother smashed my Xbox, and blamed it on me. I got really mad and yelled at my brother because my parents sided with him." I felt really sorry for Nathan. I knew how it felt to be blamed for something you didn't do.

"What about you, Kassy?"

"Got beat up, parents didn't believe me."

"What?!"

We spent the entire flight just complaining about how misunderstood we all were, and yet we understood each other perfectly well.