Chapter 19

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Bree's POV

I fall asleep on Jax's shoulder only to be woken up 5 minutes later from us arriving at the airport. Jax get's out and tells me to jump on his back. I shrug and do it. He carries me into the airport and we go through the bag check, then security and then we go to Starbucks to grab a hot coffee. I tell the lady my name and she looks at me confused and shrugs it off spelling it however she thought hit. When our order is called I look at the spelling and start laughing. "B-R-I-L-I-N-N." I laugh looking at Jax and Kristiana. "Starbucks doesn't know how to spell." Jaxson laughs looking at his cup. "J-A-C-S-X-O-N." he reads. "C-H-R-I-S-T-I-N-A." Kristiana sighs. "You're name is confusing anyways." I laugh. "All of ours are." Jax laughs. I nod. He's not wrong. Breeland was the name my dad always called me all though he did say it wasn't my birth name. He didn't want to call me by my birth name since it reminded him of my mom and he really wanted to forget about my mom. It's never really hit me. But since my dad betrayed me by putting me in foster care, I've had a deep hatred for him. Maybe the foster care place knows my real name. Maybe I can figure it out. Maybe I can become who I was meant to be. "Bree..." Jax says snapping in front of me. "Yeah?" I as looking at him. "We're boarding." He laughs. I nod and get up, flinging my bag over my shoulder. I sit by the window, Jaxson in the middle and Kristiana next to him. The flight attendants go through the safety stuff and then we're off. "So wait, why didn't we take a flight with Coach Riley?" Jax asks looking at me. "Coach Riley had to split us up because the flight was booked and could only fit 4 dancers on it. We had to take a different flight at a different time." I shrug. He nods. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. "Good night." I sigh yawning. "Good night." He says kissing my cheek and with that I'm asleep. I'm woken up to the bumpiness of landing. 

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I'm sorry... This is boring. It will get better I promise. 

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