Across The Universe // lh

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Stand tall for the beast of America.

Lay down like a naked dead body,

keep it real for the people workin' overtime,

they can't stay living off the governments dime.

Stand tall for the people of America.

Stand tall for the man next door,

we are free in the land of America,

we ain't goin' down like this.

Stand tall for the beast of America.

Lay down like a naked dead body,

keep it real for the people workin' overtime,

they can't stay living off the governments dime.

Stand tall for the people of America.

Stand tall for the man next do-

Nico Vega was interrupted by none other than Nash, as he pulled my earphones off.

"Yo," I said with fake enthusiasm.

"We're here," he said seriously.

With that one statement, I put my earphones in my bag and pulled out a brush to fix my hair and to make me look presentable; I brought out a gum and chewed on it right away; I turned to my left and woke Antonio up, whispering the same phrase over. He was got ready as fast as I did.

The plane landed and Jane Apostles was ready.

"Do you think they remembered that they were picking us up?" I asked Nash.

"I hope they do, I mean Ashton's a pretty responsible guy, despite his womanizing," He shrugged.

The four of us walked to the luggage area and waited, and waited, and waited, and finally our bags arrived.

"Finally! I have to take a shit!" Antonio shouted, going down on his knees and praising God, making people look at us.

"Nio, we're attracting attention," I whispered.

"Oops." And with that, he stood up.

We all talked about trying to be ignocito and stuff, because no one wants to be mobbed.

While we were walking, towards the exit, which was really far, a girl screamed, followed by a group of girls.

We continued walking, hoping that they weren't screaming for us, but boy were we wrong.

We turned around ready to take some pictures, but then someone grabbed me and put me on his shoulder.

"Hey! Put me down!" I hit the stranger's back, looking for Nash and the others.

I couldn't find them anywhere. Great.

I don't know where this stranger's taking me, but at least he has my stuff. Wait, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

"Excuse me, sir. But I have to meet people and it's really important because as you can hear by my accent, I'm not a local," I tried to reason with him, which he just grunted to.

He left me with no choice then. I got my phone out of my bra and having long arms, his holy grail was at arm's reach. I counted inside my head, 1,2, and 3!

I hit his holy grail with my phone, which caused him to drop me on the floor.

I hit the ground with a thud, but at least I'm free now.