Pilot

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"It's not too late to change your mind you know." Father mutters hopefully as we pull up at the airport. Airports are all different but all the same. I used to love them, although the novelty has well and truly worn off now.

"I'm not going to change my mind, I need this dad!" I plead while undoing my seat belt. He simply rolls his eyes and gets out the car with me following behind.

People begin to stare once they notice us and security forms a barrier allowing us through. I don't think I'll ever get used to having so many fans. Some try to push through asking for an autograph and some simply just stare taking a few pictures. It's so strange how people can be this infatuated by me.

"Look Brooke, I know this is something you want to do and I can't stop you, but you really need to keep up the hard work. This is already putting your career on hold and you need to finish this at the top of your game. Make mum proud." He warns and now it's my turn to roll my eyes.

We walk the rest of the way to the private flight cabin in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. I still can't believe how much life has changed in the last few years; we lost mum to cancer, I'm now one of the most famous people in the world, I'm losing my dad to his work and I'm about to attend school, well university, for the first time ever. Yeah you heard right, I'm twenty two and have never been to school before. In approximately 10 minutes I'll be on a flight from DC to Cornwall, back to my home country for the first time since mums funeral.

When I was younger, with mum travelling for work all the time, it was pointless me going to school. Dad was always more keen for me to follow in her footsteps than learn anything academic anyway. To me, it was the normal. You never know, I might make some proper friends at uni as well. Maybe.

A small girl snaps me out of my thoughts as she calls my name trying to pass security. I give them a simple nod to let her though and she comes running over like it's Christmas day.

"Hey sweetie what's your name?" I ask as I crouch down to her level.

"Kaycee." She responds with a huge smile showing off the gaps in her teeth. I chuckle to myself at the reminder of how simple and easy life was back them. Her smile is one of pure innocence and I can only pray for her that it never changes.

"Well Kaycee where are you off to today?"

"Im off to London, I want to meet the Queen." She responds and I chuckle again at her nievety.

"Well tell her I said hello when you do." With that she runs back to her mum who smiles as a thank you.

Dad and I say a quick goodbye before I walk onto the plane that takes me to my new home. Having the money to pay for a private flight is definitely a bonus. I would hate having screaming kids around me or some weird smelling old guy. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate my fans, it's just the workload and the hate that gets me down. I try to tune the haters out but I do have a slightly unhealthy habit of scrolling through comments from time to time.

Once we're in the air I lay back, put my music on and decide to update my social media. That's something else I struggle to get my head around, half the world knowing what I'm doing every day. Like seriously, who actually cares?

I fix my hair up slightly to post on instagram then write a tweet about how excited I am. The likes and comments instantly start rolling in. As I look through, I reply to some and take time to browse through my fans accounts, following a few back. After an hour or so, I lie back and enjoy the music, letting my body rest.

"Ms Morgan, we're about to land." The flight attendant nudges me as my eyes shoot open.

"Oh I'm sorry I must have fallen asleep." I chuckle as I fasten my seat belt ready for landing.

"You must have needed it, you've been sleeping for hours." Oh god I wasn't dribbling was I? Quickly grabbing my makeup and hairbrush out my travel bag, I touch up ready for the paparazzi on landing.

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My first story so let me know what you think so far. Open to constructive criticism but overall, hope you enjoy.

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