the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 2--Departure

Later on, after we lectured Meg on how important business is, she got mad pissed. I didn’t really care. I resumed packing and making sure I got everything including wearing my new bracelet from Mum. I packed a lot of sunglasses, 10 dresses, a pair of rain boots, 3 pairs of flip-flops including the one I am wearing on the plane, a lot of shoes, a lot of shirts, blouses, jeans, capris, and almost everything that is necessary to look and feel great. I took a shower and changed into a red hoodie, and gray sweatpants. I knew Meg wouldn’t be caught dead wearing sweats but I could care less. My luggage was normal-ish. Three large suitcases with 360 degree wheels, and 2 Coach totes.

            Meg on the other hand went crazy. I don’t even want to say how much she bought. The thing that I really care for is the international driver’s license she has. I failed my test just last week, and it was so disappointing because it was the only thing I failed…ever. If only she’ll give me it. She wore a floral dress that were up to her knees, a blue cardigan, and red flats. Does she even know that we are just going to the airport not a fashion show.

            Mum had called a limo for us because she thought we deserved it and she didn’t want to drive and forget about her new ideas on a new line for pre-teens.             

      

            Our flight was at 1:30 and it was already 11:00. Mum told the driver to stop by McDonalds’s along the way to buy a meal for us. Oh how I love my Mum. She’s the best.

She ordered a Big Mac for me, and a chicken salad for Meg. She got herself, some fries to munch on. The car ride was smooth but extremely long. After 2 hours of L.A. traffic, we arrived at the airport. The guys unloaded our luggage and we checked in the express lane. Checking in was really fast, but again, the waiting for our luggage to be sent to the plane and the loud speaker calling us was agony. 

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“Hello, Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport. Departure to London Flight 61597 is boarding now. Please come to terminal A, Gate number 3” That was the beautiful sound of the lady through the loud speaker.

“Finally!” I exclaimed with a great cheer.

“Well, that’s my flight—”

“You mean OUR flight, right Meg?” I interrupted.

“Yeah…Sure!”

“Ok, girls have fun on your trip. Lets just hope the two of you wont cause any harm in London, okay? And be sure to be on your best behavior. Mostly you, Meg! ” Mum said, with a huge sigh.

I know exactly what she is thinking ‘They are so getting in trouble’ and ‘Do they have enough money’ and that crap mothers worry about. 

“Ok, Elizabeth remember, you can’t drive, only Meg can. I don’t want a international lawsuit on my hands, okay?” Mum was still heartbroken that we won’t see her for 3 months.

“Mum, I got it. I wrote it all down. I mean, like all of the instructions you gave me”

“Alright, you don’t want to miss your plane, get on with yourselves.”

“Thanks, Mum. We’ll BOTH miss you very much.” I said with a sigh of relief, “Right, Meg?”

“Huh? What? Oh yeah. Of course! Bye!! Love you!” Meg was fully absorbed in her magazine on One Direction. Typical.

We both gave her hugs and kisses and we were off. As we were walking, Meg put on her sunglasses and exclaimed, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I have to sit next to you for the next 11 hours.

Gee thanks, Meg. Totally feeling the love. Totally feeling the love. We were in first class, but we didn’t get to have individual cubbies so we needed to share. Sharing with Meg isn’t as easy as it seems. As usual. Meg took the window seat after I clearly called it. Ugh I hate sitting in the aisle. And the worst thing about sitting with Meg was that she snored. It wasn’t even a whisper, but like a fuckin’ elephant. I forgot to buy my earplugs, but at least I had my iPod touch, and an eye cover thingy that I never knew the name of. So throughout the plane ride, I slept half the way, listened to some calming music that relaxed me (Mum told me I needed it), and I wrote another poem.

The flight wasn’t that bad, it took shorter than expected because the jet stream was perfectly aligned to go to London. It took me about ten times to explain to Meg what a jet stream is. Tell me why she got into Gallatin again?

Now, it was Goodbye America, Hello To Great Britain.