Chapter 3

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''Was it really that bad Jess?'' my dad asks me. 

We're on our way to get our luggage. I tell him that I'm fine. 

''Then you can let go off my arm now baby''. I let go, taking my brother's hand in mine. We make it to the luggage section. It's probably going to be a while before our suitcases make it here, so I decide to go out and find a toilet. I see one, but it's after security. I can't wait till I get my luggage AND get through security! I call my dad.

''My sweet father. I have to go through security, there no toilets here, so can you please take my luggage for me?''. He sighs not understanding how much I need to pee.

''Go. But buy us some coffee, and we'll meet you at Starbucks''. I run towards security yelling ''Love you'' into my phone. I get there quickly and there's no line. I check my phone after I'm done. 3 texts. Dad's saying it might take some time claiming the luggage. Maddie sending me a link to a Shawn Mendes song. He came out with an album not that long ago. Maddie doesn't know I actually listen to it every single night. It's just so beautiful and it kinda works like meditation for me. I feel so relaxed and comfortable with his voice, like when you hear your parents voice and you immediately feel safe and know everything will be fine. I feel that way about Shawn Mendes songs. Gosh, I'm starting to sound like Maddison!

I get to the coffee-shop but decide to wait a bit before ordering, so it won't get cold. There's nothing worse than cold coffee. Unless its iced coffee. My phone doesn't have internet here, so I start looking at my surroundings. To my right, a group of young people, mostly girls, are gathering. Maybe a young tourist group. To my left is a pop-up Canadian tourist shop. With t-shirts, flags, keyrings...

I take my iPod from my pocket finding the song Maddie insists that I couldn't live without hearing. It's called 'something big' and it's one the older ones. Great beat. Turning up the volume I go to the pop-up shop not hearing all of the teenage girl screaming. When my feet are not touching the ground anymore I know somethings wrong. I land right on my but, my headphones falling off and the stick torn out of the iPod.

Here I am on the floor with a very startled yet familiar boy in front of me, or should I say on top of me. As if that wasn't enough his song 'something big' is playing out loud and a hundred screaming girls are running towards us...

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