We finally got to the airport after about 10 minutes of driving. I got out of the car and observed the huge building. Suddenly my anxiety was starting to take over. Misha walked behind the car and grabbed my suitcase, pulling it out of the trunk. He sat if next to me and I grabbed the handle. He pulled it away from me and smiled.
"Allow me." I smiled nervously and nodded. I looked back at the building and watched them both walk towards it. Vicki noticed that I was stopping and turned around to me.
"Are you coming?" I nodded and regained my consciousness, running after them both. I stood next to both of them in line for security, and I had no idea what was happening or what I was doing. I've been an orphan since age three so I've never even seen a plane, much less fly on one. I walked into the airport, and the first thing I noticed, was how big it was. The place was bigger than any foster house I've ever been in, and it was way glossier and shinier. We eventually got closer to the security part, and I looked up at Vicki nervously.
"Um, Vicki? What do I do?" She laughed at my nerve and pointed at the security guard.
"All you need to do, is listen to him, ok?" I nodded, still not really sure on what I was doing.
Eventually it was my turn, and I stepped forward. He told me to empty my pockets, take off my shoes, put my things in a box, etc. So I did.
After the humiliating process of taking off my shoes, and falling over when I tried to put them on, I finally made it through my first security check. I didn't have as a clue of what I was doing, but they both kept telling me I was doing great every time I looked at them, looking completely unsure of what I was doing. But Misha would always give me a thumbs up. I patiently waited with Misha for Vicki to finish up, and suddenly three squealing, flushed girls ran up to us. I backed up a full six feet, being a little scared of them, but I soon realized what they were really here for.
"Oh my god, are you Misha Collins?" One of them asked.
"Can we take a picture?" Another one asked, gripping her phone. Misha smiled kindly.
"Of course!" All four of them got into a huddle as one of the girls proceeded to take a selfie of them all grinning mindlessly at the phone. She snapped the photo and looked at it happily.
"Thank you so much!" All three of them said at different times. He waved as they walked away, to where ever they were going. I looked at him, with a mix of confusion and nervousness. He saw my face and laughed.
"People are gonna do that pretty much everywhere so you might wanna get used to it." I nodded and shot him a weary smile. Finally Vicki was done and she walked over to us, holding one of her bracelets. Misha smiled and we all walked to our terminal, which, by the way, I have no clue what a terminal is, but they seemed to know just fine.
We got to a big gate, or an entrance and saw a bunch of people sitting in chairs, all of them playing on their phones, or laptops or whatever else they had. We picked a spot next to a desk, where a receptionist sat on her computer. I sat in between them, unwillingly, and stayed as quiet as possible as they both pulled out their phones. I looked at the ground and started to breath heavily. I tried to keep it as quiet as possible, but my heart beat was controlling it, so it was fairly loud, and getting louder. Misha glanced at me, hearing my breathing. He looked concerned.
"Hey, you ok?" He reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, making me flinch away from him. I almost grabbed his head, but I was holding my arms so luckily I stopped myself. My eyes widened slightly and my breathing suddenly stopped. Vicki looked at me worriedly and glanced at Misha, who was also doing the same. I shook my head and straightened myself up.
"Sorry I- uh, I, I breathe heavily when I'm nervous." He nodded and tried to be normal about what had just happened.
Ignoring the awkward position I put him in, he looked over at me with his phone, smiling.
"Mind if I document?" I tried to figure out what that meant, but I didn't think it meant anything bad.
"Ok." He smiled and put the phone in selfie mode. I finally realized what he was doing, but before I could protest, I smiled and he took the photo. I could already tell how horrible I looked. He smiled at the photo and started posting it on twitter. My heart dropped. How many followers does he have exactly? I saw him post it, with the title of "New member of the family!" and before he could look at me I quickly looked away. He looked away and sighed obnoxiously loud, like he wanted me to hear him.
"So, Delaney." He pronounced every syllable in my name dramatically to make sure I could hear him doing it. "What are your hobbies?" He looked at me and I looked at him. The look on his face made me know that I wasn't going to be able to get out of this new awkward foster family conversation which I like to call, "The conversation we need to have so I look like I'm a nice person when really I get drunk every night, hit you, and get paid to do it."
It happens almost every time.
"Um, I-I like to read." I mumbled. His face lit up. I think that just talking to him made him happy.
"Really? What do you like to read?" He asked, turning his body to face me. I smiled lightly. I love books, and I love talking about books. So generally, anything about books will make me happy.
"Well, I like old books, And Stephen King." I said with a smile. He raised his eyebrows.
"Doesn't he write scary stuff?" He asked me, already knowing the answer. I already knew what his reaction was going to be. I nodded happily. He quickly looked away and shook his head, making sure he was overreacting.
"No no no! I cannot handle scary things!" I laughed a little. Wow, probs to him, he made me laugh.
"Well I also love gone with the wind." I told him, hoping to change his reaction. He turned back to me, a smile on his face.
"Really?" I smiled again.
"Yeah. I love that book." I thought about it, thinking about the cover. It's such a pretty cover. The big bold black letters and vines twirled around them. The tanned cover that fades into a darker beige. The small picture on the front may look like something simple, but it has so much more within it. The book makes me cry every time I read it. Luckily I packed it, so I'm probably gonna reread it soon.
"Well, what other books do you like? You like classics so, do you like Charles Dickens?" I nodded.
"I like A Tale of Two Cities, and Moby Dick, but I like Two Cities more." He nodded.
"So you're pretty smart then?" I looked at him with a little bit of confusion. That statement caught me off guard. No one's ever called me smart.
"Um, yeah. I... I guess so." The word smart threw me off. Sure, I read a lot. But I never thought that these books would make me smart. They're pretty easy to read, right? Right? Well, I guess Moby Dick is kinda hard to read, but I've only read it three times. Well I would read it more, but Ms. Burkley only gets one present for our birthdays, and they have to be under 20 dollars. So I've only got ten books, but that creates my book list. Along with frequent trips to the school library.
Suddenly the loudspeaker interrupted my thoughts.
"Flight 239 boarding now, flight 239 boarding now." Apparently that was us, because Vicki quickly stood up and picked up her bag, while Misha grabbed my suitcase. I glanced between both of them and quickly stood up, following both of them.
"Ready?" Misha asked me. I sighed and shook my head.
"Nope." I forced a smile. "Let's do it."
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Tough as Nails, Breakable as Glass
Fanfiction"I am not glass, you will not break me." I breathed in deeply. "I am a nail." Her life has been bad since age three, and she has no desire for it to get worse. Here she is going to her next foster home with the Collins, and she has no idea how much...
