Wish Upon a Paper Star

Elaine: The Lost Lamb

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Elaine: The Lost Lamb

Figures that the flight I took would be flying through a storm - a storm that made my stomach drop every time gravity got us closer to the ground.

I would love to be on the ground at the time being, and not crashing at the velocity of 9.8 metres per second in a heavy plane. The captain had told us to close the blinds, but I just couldn't help but peek outside and into the grey mass of anger.

Thunder cracked and lightning flashed, blinding me at times, but my mind told me to watch the storm raging outside. Rain pelted against the solid window glass and the plane just rocked on through, the right wing precariously tilting towards the ground. We could be either turning in the plane, or my weight could be just unbalancing the wing deeper into the storm. I eventually gave up when I couldn't see, so I closed the blind.

Next to me was an old man who snored through the storm, as if he was dreaming of pin-up girls in his day. At least he would die peacefully.

I wasn't looking forward to returning home, back to "family," but I had no choice. It was Emily's wedding next week, and she had chosen me to be the bride of honour, as sad as it is. Because whatever she says, my parent's jump at the chance to fulfil it.

"When Emily is happy, the family is happy."

Rather pathetic I say. And why did she choose me to be the bride of honour?

I grasped the chair arms as the plane dipped about thirty meters or so. Static came through the plane speakers, then the captain spoke. "Uh..um...Sorry about that. It was just a little bit of turbulence. Make sure your seatbelts are fastened and the blinds are closed."

Just a little bit? A little bit my ass.

This wedding was just something that I needed to get over and done with quickly before I set back to New York.

Nothing like home sweet home with a storm right?

When the plane finally landed, the old man woke up, feeling like he just went on a carriage ride and not through the eye of the storm we just experienced up in the air. We stood up and I pulled down his luggage for him, 'cause I was nice, while we stood waiting for the doors to open. I pasted on a smile, hiding my relief and upset stomach, as I handed his bags to him. He thanked me and pushed through the people to get to the door. I pulled down my bag and followed suit. My other two suit cases were at the pick-up area. One bag was full of gifts, the other full of clothes and necessities, and the other full of air.

No really, it is.

I planned on rounding up my old stuff and taking some back with me, and the rest I would ship off to America. Mum was the one who told me to get rid of it so she could turn it into a baby room for Emily. The thought of Emily having a baby sort of made my stomach drop. I always thought that she'd be the last one to get married, or the first, followed through with divorces, then she'll have kids. Obviously, whoever the guy was, must be pretty special if he's got her thinking about of having a baby.

As I make my way out of the plane, the sun was just coming out, the dew creating a sheen to everything outside. I took my time to get familiar once again with my home country - Australia.

And yes, everyone in Australia travels around on a kangaroo and we all live in the bush.

That's what most people expect when I tell them that I'm from Australia. But where I lived, the only kangaroos I saw were the ones locked up in the golf course or out in the Hills. In the suburban areas, no kangaroo would dare venture out into the concrete jungles and crazy traffic.