Choosing A Direction

~Chapter 4~

"Hey i just met you. And this is crazy. But here's my number, call me maybe!," I sang along with Carly Ray Jensen. My windows were down, the wind was blowing in my chestnut brown hair with a bright red died underside, and the sun was shining. I was zooming down I-95 to Miami International Airport to go catch a flight to England. 

After much begging and pleading, I had convinced my parents to let me take a year off of the college i got accepted to (Florida State) to backpack through Europe. My friend Kayla did that last year and she said she would've been upset if she hadn't gone. It was an amazingly fun adventure and she met all sorts of people that she'll never forget. From her description, backpacking through Europe sounded awesome, so i decided to try it for myself. My parents said i could return whenever i like if it becomes too much. Like that's going to happen.

I arrived to the long stay (Author's note: i don't know what the actual name for the place you can park your car for long periods of time at the airport so i made it up. You can leave comments below if you what its actually called. too lazy to google it LOL) parking are and parked my VW Bug. The only things i'm bringing with me are my backpack filled with clothing and essentials, my iPhone, and my wallet with the credit card my parents lent me.

I went through the average long boring boarding process and finally got to board the plane. Thankfully, i got a seat with a quiet old lady that was asleep for most of the flight and no annoying toddler kicking my seat, although there was a guy that kept shouting into his Blackberry, but i put on my headphone to drone out the noise.

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"Urrrgghhh," my sounds of frustration had been going on for quite a while now. I was on level five of Angry Birds and after i was through with them, they'll have to make a game called Angry Girl because that's how pissed this game was making me. Why wont the stupid pigs just die already! Why do birds hold such grudges!? Why-

The smooth voice of the captain interrupted my thoughts." Hello passengers, this is your captain speaking, i hope you're enjoying your flight. We will be landing in about ten minutes, so i you could please gather your belongings, the flight attendants would be quite grateful and so would you 'cause you may never see them again!" the captain laughed at his weak joke. "Thank  you flying American Airlines," he finally said.

I shut my phone down and gathered all my stuff. We landed in ten mintues, just as he had promised, and i went straight through the front door of the airport and into the street since the only luggage i had with me was my backpack, which had also served as a carry on.

I hailed a cab and calculated the amount of money it was going to cost to get to the quaint town, Bryfondia, i was going to start in.(Authors Note; I don't know ANY cities or towns or whatever in England, so u can tell i just made that place up. do not try and google it for it does not exist!!! or maybe it does. . .)

I thanked the driver when we arrived to my destination and paid him the right fare. Almost as soon as i stepped out of the cab, a wave of jet lag hit me. Ugh, stupid time difference. The sun was just starting to set though, so i decided it would be best if i found a hotel to crash for the night and begin my adventures tomorrow.

My growling stomach put that on hold, though. I walked around aimlessly, searching for a place to eat and managed to find an Italian restaurant (in England. Weird) and ordered a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs and got a free basket of fresh baked bread sticks. Girls' gotta eat.

After my delicious dinner, i headed down an alley way to find a hotel. Suddenly, there was a blow to the back of my head, my back, and then my knees. I crippled down in pain and felt a sharp kick in the ribs. there were some people whispering, female, i think, and they were talking about about how i didn't have any money on me (thank god i kept my iPhone and wallet in a secret pouch in my shirt)

"The bloody American doesnt 'ave any money on 'er," said a voice with a heavy british accent.

"Stupid Westerns, aren't good fa' anything," said another and then they hit me on the head with the bat twice more and left.

I moaned in agony. The pain in my head was beyond comprehensible and everything else just hurt. I couldn't give up, though. If i didnt find someone to help me, I would probably bleed to death. I shakily brought myself to my feet and wobbled out of the alleyway, clutching my head.

I had walked a few blocks before i came to a giant house, close to mansion size, with a few steps leading to a pair of heavy wooden doors. With the last of my strength, i practically crawled ti the doors and pounded in it.

After what seemed like forever and a day, a  boy with sparkling green eyes an curly brown hair opened the door. I recongnized him as Harry from my favprite boy band, One Direction.

"Savannah?," He was just as surprised to see me as i was to see him. He eyed my bloody clothes and bleeding head curiously.

"We gotta stop meeting like this," were the words to escape my lips before i fell over and fainted at their doorstep.

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So yahh, she meets with them again! bleeding and dying, just like last time. Quite a first impression, dont cha think? stay tuned and thanx for reading!