A Picuture is Worth a Thousand Words (Short Story)

I waited in the airport for my brother to come pick me up. I just spent 2 hours and 23 minutes on the plane here, and as always he's late. I'm not even the slightest bit surprised anymore.

I took my camera out of my bag and put it around my neck. I looked around, than I spotted some girls dancing. I recognised them from Shooting Stars Dance Division, I take
their competition photos almost every year.

I decided just to stay where I was just in case my brother Tristan arrived. Yes, the Tristan Anderson. Tristan Anderson famous actor/ musician. I look down at my camera, and look through all the pictures I took on my way here, and from the last event I did. Somebody tapped me on the shoulder, I looked up from my camera, it was the dancers I spotted from earlier. I smiled at them. Behind them were their moms.

"Hi Holly," Samantha, one of the dancers, greeted.

"Hi Samantha," I replied.

"Will you take our picture?" She asked. "Please! We're here for a competition and we're hopping you would," She continued, still full of energy. I laughed lightly.

"Ya, sure." I replied. She nodded and turned back to the other members, they began planning. In total there were 6 of them.

"Holly, we got it! Gracie and Rose will be doing split jumps inwards. Caitlyn and I will be doing straight scorpions in front of Gracie and Rose, and in front of Caitlyn and I will be Brooklyn and Hannah doing leg holds," Samantha explained. I nodded and got my camera.

"Okay Now!" I ordered. They did their poses, as I took the picture. Thankfully I got the picture perfectly. I showed it to them and they giggled and smiled.

"I'll send it to the studio," I told the moms. They nodded.

"Thanks again Holly," one of the moms thanked.

"No problem," I replied. I put my camera away. I hear girls shriek in excitement.

"I gotta go," I apologized. They just waved me off.

"IT'S ETHAN JOHNSON!" Someone announced loudly. I put my camera back around my neck, and gather my stuff together. I walked over to him, pulling out my phone. I put a headphone in ear and open up my paparazzi app. I put my phone back in my pocket.

"Ethan was just spotted at LA Airport," I hear one paparazzi say.

"10 minutes out," another one replied.

"Hey Hols," Ethan greeted.

"We have 5 minutes, until the paps arrive," I answered.

"Gee, I'm doing great, thanks for asking," He responded sarcastically.

"Great, Let's go," I ordered. He followed. We got into his car and he began to drive.

"So Ethan how did you get stuck with picking me up?" I asked him curiously.

"I lost a bet," he responded sadly. I laughed.

"No, you lost a coin toss," I corrected.

"Maybe," was his genius reply.

"Remember when we were younger, and you didn't have to worry about Paparazzi?" I asked recalling the memory.

"Yeah, I had you instead," He grumbled. I smiled at him innocently, Than I hit him in the arm.

"Violence wont get you anywhere Hols," Ethan reminded.

"Actually considering I take pictures of fighters, it will," I replied. He rolled his eyes. He took a look behind him.

"Paps," He mumbled, as I see the black mini vans in the review mirror.

"How did they find us?" He asked confused.

"Um, let's see. We're in a bright blue convertible, you have no disguise, were in the wide open, you aren't trying to hard to hide, you let people take pictures with you at the airport ," I listed.

"Yeah, it's such, the surprise," I commented sarcastically looking at me. I took my camera out of my bag and I snapped a picture of Ethan smiling. Ethan looked at me and than stopped smiling. I didn't realise it, until it was too late. A driver had run a red light and hit the car straight on the passenger seat.

I blacked out.

Ethan's P.O.V

"Tristan I bought dinner!" I yelled into the mansion.

"What about my sister?" He asked coming down the stairs.

"Oh Yeah..." I trailed off.

...

"About her..." I continued.

...

"She's in the hospital," I finished as quickly as I possibly could.