Genevieve
I opened one eye and had noticed we were already on land. I didn't felt that I had fell asleep, but I did.
"Glad you're awake again". The woman (A/N I don't think I have ever named this woman so let's call her Shirley Hilton.)
She stands up and stretches because maybe her muscles were aching due to how many hours we've sat in this specific seat.
I removed the belt that was around my waist and stood up and didn't even stretch because I felt fine.
I do feel dizzy which is not great.
We got off the plane and started to walk towards in the airport to check our I.Ds.
But wait, I have no fucking I.D.
"Hey, How am I supposed to get in this country without an I.D?!" I whisper shouted at her while in line.
"Don't worry, I have one here just for you, It even has your fake name". I stared at her weirdly but just be like "lol ok".
She handed me my I.D and gave it to the guy who's checking people's I.Ds
He took his sweet time looking back and forth at me and the I.D.
He wrote something on a piece of paper and handed my I.D and the piece of paper. "Call me sometime". He winks and looked at him disgustingly.
I proceeded and can't help but cringe everytime I think of it. I threw the paper in a trashcan and minutes later we've arrived to get our bags.
I still have no idea what bag is mine.
"Uh, What bag is mine? Is it empty or full of clothes?" I asked to Shirley and she looked at me annoyed.
"You've woken up,rode a van,rode a plane,fell asleep, and woken up again and you still don't know your own luggage? How idiotic". She rolls her eyes. "But your bag is the lime green luggage and the backpack that he's carrying". She points to some guy I think one of her servants.
The guy ran to the conveyor belt to grab the luggages and we continued to walk until we we've arrived where people hold gigantic posters of "Welcome home, Welcome to Australia etc."
We passed those crowds of people and we rode another van to somewhere.
"Where are we going now?" I asked her while the van started to move.
"To Boss." She says and the stomach maybe the the intestines started to twist up and I'm starting to feel puke wants to say Hi to Australia.
I'm nervous and nauseous as hell. I'm panicking in the outside but want to puke in the outside.
I hope I don't puke whatsoever in this country. That's terrible.
I managed to stop letting the puke escape through my throat but I was still panicking.
Whilst panicking, The van halted to a stop and my head bumped on the seat infront of me. Just like what happened back in America.
God, I wonder how many headbutts I'd receive in one day?
The van's door slided and I froze and refused to move from my place.
"Hey! move!" Shirley softly pounds to move me from my place but I still refuse to move.
I heard her sigh "Julian! Get her out of my way". The guy who was carrying the backpack earlier grabbed me and threw me over to his shoulder swiftly.
"Hey! Let me go!" I pounded his back and we've started to walk into the building and I pounded on his back harder and harder each time he takes a step.
He doesn't flinch or anything, Am I this weak?!
I knew I should have exercised.
We got inside an elevator and finally he placed me back on my feet. I just stood there awkwardly and heard the elevator dinged.
"Where's the bathroom? I can't take it anymore!" I suddenly had the felt to urge and Shirley pointed to the door just to the left and I ran to it.
After puking all of the food that I've eaten which is none.
I got out of the bathroom and then I felt like a lost puppy.
WHAT ROOM AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?
But then again, I could escape.
But where to?! This is Australia. I don't know anything or anyone in Australia.
I walked aimlessly in the hallways and heard someone running then bam, Someone landed on top of me.
I looked up and saw a gorgeous blonde with the bluest eyes I've ever seen in my entire life.
He's hot.
I saw him roll his eyes and climbed off of me.
"You should really look where you're going". He said and didn't even helped me up.
"I must say you're hot but that attitude of yours won't help at all". I said as I stood up.
He was tall, Jesus, I think I need a table so we can have equal height.
"Does is look like I care? Tch". He says and walks away.
Goddamit, He was really hot but not anymore wih that attitude of his.
Even that I don't know him, I already hate him and his insides.
I looked up and saw Julian.
"Oh there you are, C'mon let's go." He guided me into a room. It was a big room, The walls are glass which can overlook a beautiful scenery of Australia.
A table was there and chairs occupied by people.
One old man around his 50's
Shirley
A guy with jet black hair.
A guy with curly auburn hair.
and one with green hair.
"Boys, This is Vivian". Shirley says and I just awkwardly stand there.
"Now where is that boy?" She asks to the old man.
What boy? There's another boy? WHO?
I heard the door open and Shirley claps her hands, "Oh there you are! This is the girl that will be pretending to be you're girlfriend, Vivian".
I cringed when she mentioned girlfriend.
Oh no, I'm not prepared for this shit. I was curious and turned around to see...
"YOU?!"
A/N
I think this is the first ever author's note here? I don't know. I am really sorry for not updating this week (Aug 4 - 7) because there was no internet and let me tell you this
IT WAS HORRIBLE.
But yeah, I'd like to thank you for reading Trust and for reading this author's note. kkbye
