A Path Crossed Over

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It looked like a tornado ripped through her room, and puked up her closet. Sarah Hatchett always had a knack for packing up at the last minute. She continued to tear through her wardrobe, not really knowing what to wear. It's not like her expectations were high. She could wear pajamas for the whole entire trip, for all she cared. 

A ball of white fluff darted between her legs, and helped itself to a mountain of clothes. A purr vibrated from It's throat, as it started to knead at a pile of sweaters. Bratley claimed his bed, he made his choice. There was no point of chasing him off now. Sarah could never say no to the ragdoll, as he gave her that look of pure bliss. His blue eyes shone back, as the purr got louder, and erupted throughout the room. 

Sarah accepted defeat, and cuddled up next to Bratley. About time for a break anyways. 

Her bedroom door swung open, - Kramer style. Her brother Drew peered at her, the annoyance in his face more then obvious. 

"Are you serious Sarah, we have to go in two hours. There's no time for a nap with your dumb cat." 

Both Bratley and Sarah gave Drew a matching glare. 

"I'm almost done, quiet your riot." Said Sarah.

Drew's eyes rolled clockwise, as he let out a low Hmmph. 

"Just be ready, ok. I would rather not miss THIS flight."

  "There he goes again, just leave it to rest                already"

"Just relax , Andrew..." Her brother hated that name "I will be ready. Don't get your panties in a knot." 

Drew shook his head in disbelief,  then walked off. 

Sarah didn't understand why she  had to come along. Sure a trip would be nice, but it was Drew who would be playing in the Rugby World Cup in Ireland. It wouldn't be so bad if Drew's ultra-pretentious wife Gloria didn't  have to tag along. Alas, here she was. Her mom nagged her to no reprieve. 

"This is going to be a great time to be with the family." Her mom's words echoed back in her mind. 

"At least I will have you." Sarah said while scratching Bratley behind the ears. "I know you hate the kennel, but its only for the plane ride. It will be a whole new world for you." 

The laziness, and procrastination dulled over, and Sarah continued to pack. 

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Sarah hated crowds, and the one at the airport made her feel extra claustrophobic. With hands shaking she dragged her rolling luggage behind her in one hand, Bratley's kennel firmly in the other. She stalked behind her parents, not paying much attention to her feet. If her dad wasn't standing infront of her, she would of dove face first into a sea of unsuspecting strangers. 

Drew held back a chuckle, as Sarah's feet drunkenly walked through the crowd. Gloria glanced at her husband, rolled her eyes, then kept her face composed. Her hot pink stilleto's clicked against the hard ground as she made a stride, hips swerving. She pushed her way through a group of people, without a care in the world. 

FLIGHT 207 - IRELAND - DEPARTURE 30 MINS 

They made it. On time. No blame put on Sarah this time. One by one every one went through the final security check, then finished it off with a baggage check. 

Sarah grabbed Bratley's Kennel, and lifted the front up to her face.  

"I can't bring you with me bub, but I am sure you will be fine in the cargo hold.

She fished a small bag out of her jacket pocket, and stashed some catnip in the corner of the kennel. 

"This should help you get by. Get stoned,  relax,  and I will see you soon handsome." 

The term of endearment, revved up a ballad of purrs. 

"You really... need to get laid Hunnie." Said Gloria, a pang of condescension on her tongue. "Coming from a sister of course." 

Sarah ignored Gloria's jabs, and stuck her fingers in the kennel to give Bratley one last scratch. It was almost time to board, and Sarah tried to remain calm. Not that she was afraid of planes. She was worried that poor Bratley would be scared, and lonely. She tried to let that thought dissolve away, as she made her way onto the plane.

Sarah walked down the aisle of the plane, and looked for her seat. Chatter from the other passengers filled the air around her. She passed a group of nuns, whom seemed pleased to remove thier habits. They breathed out in unison, revealing an array of hair colors, and content smiles. Sarah continued down the aisle, as she gave her ticket another quick glance. Seat C-4, A window seat, how awesome. On the other side far from Gloria, even better. Sarah grabbed a pair of headphones from her pocket, and plopped down. She scoffed, once she heard they would be playing some cliche rom-com, starring Jennifer Lopez. She liked her cheese, but not when it came to movies, especially one's in the romance genre. 

"Guess its just music for me." She mumbled to herself, as she grabbed an IPod Nano out of her carry-on. 

She let the earbuds blare back. First some No Doubt, then some Johnny Cash. A bit of an odd mix for some, a normality for Sarah. The stewardess up front, waved an oxygen mask around, then attached it's band around her face. Sarah understood what was being said, she didn't need to hear the demonstration. 

The engines of the plane startled to throttle, and the plane began to accelerate. As the plane lifted up, that sinking sensation took over Sarah. Up, up, and a way we go. Before nightfall, Sarah would be experiencing a bounty of new views, in an entirely new world.