Falling Angel

Chapter 2

My eyes were wide open. Every time they started to droop images of the cast and of America flashed through my mind pushing them apart again. I constantly checked my clock, the alarm set for 2am but the hands didn't seem to be moving at all. Sometime around 1am I managed to hold back the images from my mind long enough to let my eyes close and sleep come quickly. But that relaxed hour felt like mere seconds when the harsh sound of my alarm blasted 'Carry on my Wayward Son'  into my ear, set especially for this momentus day, waking me up to a dark room and an exhausted body. I rolled over and hit snooze before closing my eyes again, then the reality of what was happening hit me. America! I pulled away my thick duvet and a blast of cold air hit me, my feet hit the icy wooden flooring of my bedroom but I didn't have time for slippers. I pulled on the clothes I had lain out the previous night. Black shorts that finished mid-thigh with a black belt holding them tightly around my waist, black tights as the weather is cold here and it will be cold over there too, a white top that buttoned down the front in a v shape and black flats. I brushed out my hair, leaving it messy and natural then, blearily made my way to the kitchen downstairs trying to make as little noise as possible, so as not to wake my parents and poured myself a glass or orange juice, deciding I would eat once I reached the airport. I drank the juice quickly and waited for the tangy flavour to pass so I could brush my teeth. Once it had, I thoroughly scrubbed my teeth, always making sure I took good care of them since I didn't want to repeat the 6 years of braces I obtained, then I gargled some mouth wash and wiped my face. I crept downstairs and grabbed my case and hand luggage. Above my head I heard the creak of a bed and of muffled voices. Dammit...I felt bad for waking them up immediately. The stairs creaked as they came down in their pyjamas.

"Sorrysorrysorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine, we kind of hoped you would anyway so we could drop you off."

"Really?"

"Of course sweetie." My mum held her arms out to me and I stepped into them grateful that she was finally accepting me leaving. She planted a quick kiss on the top of my head.

"I'm gonna miss you" she said.

"I'm only going for a week....but, i'll miss you too." I started to feel lonely and upset at the thought of leaving them, but no way was I backing out now. I turned to my dad and wrapped my arms around his slightly squishy stomach.

"Bye daddy." Then I released him.

"Let's go."

The car ride to the airport was pretty much silent, my parents didn't know what to say that would make it more bearable to see their little girl going on her first 'holiday' alone, without friends or family, and I didn't know what to say to comfort them. I didn't say that I'd be fine because honestly I didn't know. I was pretty sure I was going to die from just seeing the cast so I didn't know how i'd cope with everything else. What if I messed up the scene somehow? Tripped over a prop?? Accidentally tripped into Jensen??? Sounds like me. I just had to focus on not screwing it up.

We arrived at the airport and my parents pulled into the short stay parking, paying the fee and refusing my obligation to pay towards it.

"Y'oure going to need all of your money in America sweetie." My mum said, slightly choked up.

I nodded feeling a tidal wave of emotion catch the 'okay' in my throat.

"We love you." My dad said. "Be careful, don't do anything stupid."

I rolled my eyes and pulled him into a tight hug then proceeding to hug my mum just as tightly.

The bus pulled up behind us to take me to the airport terminal packed thickly with people, so tight, skin on skin.

"I love you too." I said smiling, then I turned around and ran dragging my packed suitcase along the ground to catch the bus.

As I stepped on a few people stepped off, one seat was free that no one had noticed so I happily took it, next to me sat a boy with brown hair and blue eyes. He smiled at me as I sat and politely I smiled back then took out my phone and plugged my headphones in to show I didn't want a conversation. It worked and he didn't look at me for the rest of the journey....until we arrived. As I stood up to go he grabbed my arm.

"Hi, I'm Elliot."

I inwardly sighed. "I'm Amy."

"Here." He handed me a slip of paper.

"Call me some time." 

I nodded and smiled politely as he turned and confidently walked away.

I stepped off the bus a few moments later and headed inside the building, the paper balled up in my hand. As I walked past a red bin I opened my hand and let the crumpled paper float to the bottom. I wasn't interested plain and simple. Something like this had never happened to me before and momentarily I was taken aback but he immediately seemed arrogant and full of himself to me and I wasn't okay with that.

It took a ridiculously long time to make my way through terminals and when I went through the metal detector it went off, like every time, due to a pin in my arm from when I was young and I broke my arm, and I had to get patted down by a burly looking woman who looked like she could break me in two if she wanted to and also, was sporting a bit of a beard. But, once through terminals it was relaxing enough to order hash browns and a greasy looking sausage and egg McMuffin from McDonald's and sit reading 'The Hobbit' from a plastic chair facing the window so I could watch the planes take off and land. My flight was due to leave in no less than 90 minutes, so I had some time to kill.

I finished the last 30 pages of the book, even though I had already read it numerous times and ate my breakfast. Still an hour to go. I went to the bathroom and fixed my hair then bought a bottle of water and a doctor who magazine from the terminal's WHSmiths. The water went in my hand luggage along with my book and I sat reading the magazine for a short while, praying my plane didn't get delayed as it was due to take off in 30 minutes and we would be boarding any minute now.

I anxiously watched the screens for any sign of delay, breathing out a large sigh of cool air when my flight to Vancouver flickered and showed white words saying 'Boarding now at terminal 3'. It wasn't delayed; it was time to board. Time to begin my journey.