A girl who is abused by her parents, kicked out and bought the Cheapest plane ticket going anywhere by said parents, ends up sitting next to a world known bassist, You eventually adopted by Meagan camper and pete wentz, becomes the eldest wentz chi...
I awake to my mother screaming at me to get up. I quickly get up groaning in pain from last night. I walk over to see my self in the mirror with purple and red patches all over my body. I go to the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth, do my makeup, and get dressed.
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I look around my room one last tome taking in everything I once knew as home. The old rickety wired bed. The dents in the wall. Paint and blood satins the walls and floor. I grab my carry on checking of I had my chargers, phone, sketch book, regular book, pencils, anxiety pills, extra concealer just incase, my laptop, head phones, my ukulele, and the plane ticket. I check it all off and head to the bathroom taking my pills for the day closing off the lights and heading down stairs.
"Get your ass in the car" I hear my mom scream.
"Yes ma'am" I mutter, grabbing my three bags and getting in the passenger seat. My mom get in and before she starts driving she hands me a big envelope.
"Don't open it until your on the damn plane" she hissed. I nodded in response.
~* time skip to the airport brought to you by awkaward silences and even awkwarder conversations*~
We arrive at the airport and I get my stuff out of the car and go to the baggage drop as I was told to do. I manage to only get a few weird stares and raised eyebrows but no one said anything about the small figured teenage girl dresses in all black. I head to security and take off my shoes and take mg laptop and ukulele out of my bag and on the conveyer belt seperatly. I see a few worried and worried glances sent my way this time and when I look up for a split second I see a face that's oddly familiar but I can't place it. I look back down and go to the metal detector and I'm told to take off my jacket and I hesitantly do so but lucky I put makeup on mg arms not to long ago so its still there mostly. I them stand with my legs apart and ams raised as the machine does its thing. While that is happening a guard asked me a few questions. "Who are you with" he seems bored.
"I-im h-here by m-my- myself" I stutter quietly as I step down from the machine.
"How old are you and why are you alone? " he questions. As I collect my things and put my shoes on.
"I-im 13 a-and I-I u-umm am go-going t-to st-stay w-with my aunt a-and u-uncle s-sir. " I manger to stutter out and lying with little ease. But he seems to buy it and as I'm walking I hear a faint voice.
"Well I guess her shirt tells the truth" the security guard laughs to the people who were behind me collect there things. The ones that seemed familiar. I glace back and see the person staring at me worriedly and he and his family quickly follow. I quickly put my head back down and hair infront of my face and make my wag through the crowd unnoticed as usual. I see the two adults, the couple, holding there kids hands still following me with worried glances. I see my gate to the side and veer to the left through all the people and make my way to the boarding area. Seeing people entering already I get in line receiving a few looks, and hand my ticket to the hostess and she gives me a curious, puzzled, and maybe annoyed look but still scans it and hands it back along with the paper with my seat number. 25-d Is what it says I guess it will be a window seat but I'm not sure. I look back at the row and look up at the numbers and letters searching for mine. I found it and see that I was right it is a window seat. Yay. Confined in the tiny space by a stranger and having to see use hundreds of thousands feet in the air in a flying piece of metal that could burst into flames or have an engine failier any second. I'll just keep the window closed of the person doesn't tell me to open it. I sigh and sit down putting my bag ony lap searching for my phone and headphones. I feel around and the. Feel the envelope my so called mother gave me. I bring that out and put it on my lap along with what I originally went to get. I put it under the seat infront of me making it as safe as possible for my ukulele. I then check my phone for the first time in almost two days. I haven't felt like checking it but now seems like the right time. Out of the corner of my eye I see a man stop and sit next to me. It kinda looks like the guy from earlier but I rather not bring my head up. I turn my phone on and am subjected to see all the hateful text from the people at my now- old school. Atleast I don't have to take it face to face anymore just cyberly. It isn't much better but phones can't punch and make you bleed. I quickly put in my passcode and play my music. I can feel eyes watching what I'm doing and my every movement but I don't dare look up. I glance at the corner of my eye and see the man next to me looking at me with sad eyes and it seems he looks kinda confused and worried. I come to the conclusion that its the same guy from earlier. I quickly grab an anxiety pill from my bag with out looking up. I do this so I can calm myself down and try to prepare of he's going to try to talk to me. I open the water that the flight attendants left for us and swallow the pill quickly in hopes it'll kick in fast. I then prepare myself for take off which is now happening close my eyes tight, still holding on to my phone which is playing music in my ears, and the envelope in which my mother gave me.
