Hold Me And Dont Let Go

chapter 3

After the whole hair dye situation me and cassie decided to look online for some hazel green eye contacts since my eyes where bright blue. And we wanted to change my look as much as possible before I left. After a few days the contacts came, since we ordered online and I had popped some lenses out of some black framed glasses. I looked almost completely different.
We contacted the guy that cassie knew would help with the ID situation and after what seemed like forever, but in reality was only a couple hours cassies 'guy' came over and made me my fake ID with my picture and we decided my new name, which is now selena stone. It didn't take to long besides the fact that cassies so called 'guy' was hitting on me. Hard.
"Damn your picture turned out real good gorgeous" he winked at me.
"Thanks" I rolled my eyes and quickly took the ID from his hands.
Later on that night I had packed my things up and cassie drove me to the airport, and gratefully she paid for everything, which is probably nothing because her family is hella rich.
"One ticket to California" I said to the lady who had her face stuck in her phone. She didn't respond so I coughed a little and she handed me the ticket and went right back to looking at her phone. I rolled my eyes and cassie went with me to sit until my flight gets called.
"Savannah, or um selena, take this on your way, and please god please be careful." She said this while handing me a hand full of hundreds. My eyes widened at this
"Cassie are you crazy, how much is this?" I asked still in shock.
"Dont worry about it" and as she says that my flight gets called over the intercom, and with that I basically throw myself at her, not knowing when I will see my best friend again. Holding back the tears I watched her walk away and with that I made my way on the plane and found my seat. which by the way, was next to some old sweaty guy who looked like one of those sumo wrestlers that wear the diaper thing. I laughed a little to myself thinking about it. I layed against what I call a very uncomfortable seat and tried to sleep through the two hour flight to California, without having an anxiety attack. I think with my mother's death something just clicked inside my brain, something that made me not care that I was leaving everything behind. That I'm that moment I just needed to get away. I need to start over because I had nothing left after mom's death, besides cassie. As those thoughts swam through my head I finally drifted of to sleep, not worrying about what was to come.