The Runaway {Grayson Dolan Fan fiction}

Chapter 2 - Heading to America

I got a taxi from the hotel to the airport. I counted all the money and there was more than €35,000. I took my own savings and took all my foster parents money from the safe too.

I couldn't wait to go to America. America is far enough. If I was wanted by the police I knew they wouldn't find me if I'm in America. I'd just change my name, then no one would know. I changed my name to Sophia.

I always wanted to live in America anyway. Since I was 7 or 8 I've always thought about how nice it would be since I love hot weather. Now I finally get to move, well I guess I have no choice but still I'm happy to get away from the cold weather in Ireland.

I'm also so happy to finally get to meet Jc. We've been talking since I was about 12. He knows everything about me. He's always there for me. He makes me happy. I can't wait to see him.

I walked into the airport. I didn't know where to go. I had never been in a airport before. My foster parents always left me at home if they were going on holidays. I didn't mind though because it meant a few days away from them. I was getting a few weird looks by some people, they must have seen the newspaper headline, or else I'm just being paranoid.

I walked up to a lady at the desk and asked

"How much is a ticket to LA, America?"

"One way ticket or return as well ?" She said back.

She didn't seem like a nice lady at all. She was in her late fifty's, she had grey hair and wore big glasses. She was a pretty cranky lady. Quite fat too.

"One way please, I'm not planning on coming back anytime soon." I replied not looking her in the eye.

"That would be 250 euro please" she said, extending her arm towards me.

I gave her the money and she told me to go up the corridor and through the double doors on the left.

I did exactly what she asked with no hesitation. It was the scanning room, where your luggage goes through the scanner to make sure your not carrying illegal things into the country your going to.

"Bag please" said the girl with a cheerful voice.

She seemed really nice. A lot nicer than the woman who gave me the ticket. She was tall with brown hair and bright blue eyes. She only looked to be in her early twentys.

I gave her my bag and she put it on the table and it rolled into the scanner.

"Where are you off to today?" She asked me with a smile.

"I'm going to LA." I replied to her, returning the smile.

"That's nice, I'd love to go. Well here's your bag, go up the corridor to room 3, your flight will be here in one hour." She said with a smile handing me my bag.

"Thank you." I said smiling and taking the bag off her.

I walked up the thin corridor and through the doors of flight room three. There wasn't many people in the room, only about 20 people. It was pretty early so I don't blame people for not getting this flight.

A man came in about half a hour later and gave a speech about the flight.

"Okay the flight will be here in 30 minutes so get yourself prepared. There will be DVD players on the back of the seats infront of you. There are blankets and pillows over head incase anyone feels sleepy. There will be a food and drink cart on the plane, it will be brought around or you can just walk up and ask for stuff. The food cart will be monitored by the flight attendant at all times. There are two bathrooms on the plane, one in the front and one in the back. If they are both occupied, please sit down for a few minutes and wait for someone to come out. Your flight is 11 hours long so please make yourself comfortable and have a nice journey. Fly safely!" He said cheerfully with a smile.

The flight arrived half an hour later, just on time. It didn't get delayed so I was happy because I just wanted to get out of this country.

We boarded the plane and sat down. I got a window seat. We got buckled up and set off. I sent Jc a text to say I'd see him in 11 hours.

I was looking out the window as I saw Ireland far below, disappearing beneath the clouds. This is probably the last time I will be in Ireland. I can't say I wasn't sad because I was, not because I would miss anyone. I had no one to miss, Its because I've grown up here all my life. At least I will still have memories, but I'll make new memories in America.