They HaVe Fallen In Love

Chapter Three - Jetlag

A/N:

Okay, i know it's boring so far. it'll get better =)) patience is a virtue, right?

Venice is finally going to Englaaaaaaaaaand!!! I envy her so much =)) well, don't worry about the boys, you'll meet them soon =)) 

So, for the meantime, here's Chapter 3 =))))

-Dana

x.

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Mum arrived three day ago, just like what dad said. She has my papers and everything, my feeling towards England is a mixed emotions. There is a part of me that wants to go and there is a part where I don’t want to.  I want to go there because it’s freaking England! Who doesn’t want to go there? And I don’t want because I don’t belong here in the Philippines and surely I won’t belong there either.

The day of departure finally arrived and I’m sad to go. I’ll miss everything in the Philippines—the warm weather, the people, my siblings, my aunt. Everything. We loaded our things in the taxi nd said our goodbyes to my family.

“Alagaan nyo si tita Yssa ha.” (Take care of Aunt Yssa) I said to the twins. They nodded and hugged me tight.

“Mamimiss ka naming ate.” (We’ll miss you Ate.) Vince said. (Ate is a Filipino term for older woman/elder sister.)

“Mamimiss ko rin kayo.” (I’ll miss you too.) I answered back.

“If any chance na makita mo ang One Direction, wag mong kakalimutang hingan ako ng autograph ha.” (If any chance you’ll see One Direction, don’t forget to get me autograph from them.) said Van.

“Of course.” I smiled. The twins let go and I hugged Aunt Yssa.

“Bye Tita. i’ll miss you and your cookies.” I said.

“We’ll miss you too.” we let go and I climbed to the taxi after my mum and waved for the last time.

Our flight in England would probably the longest flight I had in my life. We’ve been to Singapore and Japan before but I never get tired. Maybe because I only spent 4 hours in the plane. Going to England was like so boring. I only read a book for an hour then sleep then we have to change plane then I’ll listen to music. My mom didn’t go with me going to England because she has another flight to go. But I’m not alone either.  I have someone from the agency who accompanied me throughout. Her name was Catherine. She’s sweet and lovely. She calls me ‘honey’ and doesn’t call me by my name.

When we arrived in England, it was dark already. I can’t awake; it’s like I want to sleep. Sleeping in the plane wasn’t the best idea and not very comfortable I let Catherine do the talking to the immigration because I’m too tired. After that, she hired a taxi and went to the hotel we’re staying.

Once inside the room, I headed for the bed not caring if Catherine is in the room or not. I heard Catherine ask me something, but I can’t understand any of it. I’m tired and she has this accent every people in England have. I groaned once and danced away to dream land.

The next morning, Catherine and I went to the school I’m going to study in. it was huge. I think if I go here by myself, I’ll probably get lost.

We went to the office and Catherine talked to the people there. I was only introduced once and then they talk. I tried to listen to their conversation but it seems I still have jetlag. I can’t understand any single word they’re saying. It’s like they’re speaking Chinese or something. The words I only recognized were hello, nice to meet you, yes, and no.

After that, we went to a coffee shop to have some snacks. Catherine explained me everything like how will I get my allowance and stuff like that. I nodded in everything she said, finally understanding word by word.

“Hmm, hey, Cath.” I said.

“Yes, hun?”

“When will I start?”

“Probably, on Thursday.”

“Wait, what day is today?” I asked looking at my phone which was still the date and time in the Philippines.

“We left there Monday, so it’s Tuesday. 9:14 in the morning, 7 hours late.” She said before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Where will I stay?” I asked, taking a bit of my muffin.

“Your dad’s friend, right? We did some research of course. we want our clients tobe safe even to a family friend. Her name was Margarette. She’s an English woman, she holds a home stay program here in England. She doesn’t have a husband nor children.” She explain.

“Oh.” I muttered. “When will I meet her?”

“Later.” She said. I finished eating my muffin and drank the last of my chocolate drink before she got up. I looked up to her and she smiled.

“Let’s go get your books.” I stand up and grab my things and went to the bookstore.

We arrived in the hotel at probably 4 in the afternoon. Catherine asked me to fix my things because Margarette will be coming soon. After 30 mintes, there's a knocking in the door. Catherine ran for it and I heard a gasped.

"Oh hi! I'm Catherine. You must be Margarette." I heard Catherine say.

"Come in! Honey, Margarette is here." Cath said as she let the woman called Margarette in. I walked out of the kitchen, towards the sofa where they're staying. I saw Catherine standing by the sofa, while a middle aged waman, probably in her 40s sit beside her.

"Hi, I'm Venice." i said in a low voice.

"Hi Sweetie. I'm Margarette. I'm your dad's friend." she said as she walked towards me and gave me a hug. She gave me a good look from head to toe and I mimicked her. She's beautiful. She has sort of blue -gray eyes, white skin, and blond hair with brown highlights. She wears glasses just like me and blue sweater and white pants.

"You're beautiful." she said. I blush lightly then looked down.

"Thanks, but I don't think so." I replied.

"Shh, everyone is beautiful, sweetheart." I smiled. We sat in the couch to get to know each other. I asked questions like where she met my father and how old is she and she answers them gladly. Catherine observed how we get along, maybe to observe if I'm comfortable. An hour passed and Margarette and I should go home. Catherine lead us to the hotel lobby and said her goodbye. We went out to the parking lot towards Margarette's Toyota and drive home.

"How many are we in the house, Margarette?" I asked.

"Please, call me Marge. Well, three including you." she said.

"All girls?"

"Nope, a girl and a boy."

"Oh."

"Will they like me?" I asked nervously.

"Why not? They saw you already. They know your background and they kept on asking when will you come." she said as we stop in a stop light. Well, a least I'm not alone here. Someone's going to accept me. They probably looked like me, I thought. I stare at the window as we passed buildings on our way.