My name is Jacqueline... Jacqueline Fairisles. The only child of my parents. We were of Cuba descent and that was where my grandmother had lived, died and was buried too. I was partially Latino but the features that'll make someone think of me as one were hidden behind my father's American gene. I remember losing my parents when I was just 6 in an airplane crash.
It was on a bright afternoon, the sun seemed to be hell bent on reminding everyone that it still existed. We were on a plane from Nigeria, a beautiful country in West Africa where we went on a vacation.
We had gotten new bikinis, clothes, fancy hats, lots of blue, spotted T shirts for my dad ( he loved those) and even a little toy of the famous statue of nature that was homed there.
It was the end of our vacation and we had joined the long queue at the airport, there were lots of bodies nudging each other and after a long, boring while for a little girl which I was, we were on board.
The only reason I remember any of this is because of the sudden jerks and unrythymed movement of the plane when we were fully airborne.
My heart began to beat fast and only beat faster when I saw the unhidden look of fear in the large blue eyes of our air hostess.
Then in the twinkle of an eye, there was pandemonium as the aeroplane began tilting to the right which was where I was with my parents.
I heard screams, wails, shrieks and there was no form of orderliness at all. My parents weren't left out and neither was I as green land came closer at a very, very fast rate.
Then...
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General FictionCOMPLETED. Highest rankings so far #5- femalehero #10- savingtheworld #40- nolove ************************************ From a bullied orphan to the one destined to save the world, Jacqueline finds out she is not whom she thought she was. When darkn...
