The plane landed into the airport at about 1:30 in the afternoon. I was woken by the sudden jerks of the man beside me getting out of his seat. Despite the smooth landing, a sudden urge to throw up overtook my body. I jumped up out of my seat and ran to the nearby toilet. I was In luck. The toilet was free and I got in there just in time to avoid any unnecessary mess. I shut the toilet door and spent about 10 minutes sitting in silence. I had to make sure I was fine to continue my trip.
When I left the toilet and returned to my seat to grab my bag, I noticed very few people remained on board the plane... Me, a dainty old lady asleep in her chair, a middle aged couple with a new born child, and also....The lady in black.....
She is definitely becoming suspicious, but I am sure I am just being over cautious.
As I made my my way out of the plane I took a short, quick glance behind me. There is no o going back now I thought. Hopefully I can leave all my worries back home where they belong. It is time to move on.
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'Taxi! Taxi!' I shouted from the side of a busy street. It was getting darker and I needed to find this secret location! If I can't find it by night, I would need to find a substitute place to stay until tomorrow morning. Then, I would try finding the secret location again. Trust me. Travelling as a young teenager is more difficult then you might think. I haven't even mentioned the amount of times random adults have seen me walking alone through these streets and have given me dirty looks, then they come up to me and ask if I am lost. Obviously... NOO! I'm not lost!.... But I reply with this answer:
'..........' And continue walking. Annoying? I think yes.
Also weird enough, two policemen have come up to me already and asked me if my parents know I am out here alone... I must say it is SUPER DUPER hard to lie and not feel bad about it!... But I had no choice..
It goes a little something like : 'yes sir, I am only running a few errands for them. They know I will be home by my curfew at the latest.'... ..And boy does it make me feel horrible. My parents must be worried sick! And when I think more about it... It makes me a little sick... But I push those feeling away and move on. I bet my parents have already called the police in Dalfeeda and got a search party looking for me already. Surely I am safe from the police here. I highly doubt they will be alerted of a missing girl who lives in Dalfeeda, a small little town 4 and 1/2 hours away from Greenhaven. It just wouldn't make sense.
A small yellow taxi pulled over. I opened the door and slid into the back seat. I pulled out my magazine and read the address to the driver..
'234 Valery Court, Trechersdale, please.'
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The taxi pulled up outside and old, wrecked looking building. I thanked the driver and payed him what I owed.
What. a. place! This cannot, be the special Secret Location... It just doesn't look like the awesome, modern, spy agency building that I had pictured in my head. I pulled out my magazine to double check the address. I flicked through a few pages before reaching the page I needed. I took my time reading every word and number.
'Yep, this is definitely the place' I said out loud to myself. I looked at the ugly building again. Well....
' Are you gonna stand there all night? Or are you gonna come inside and find out why we are here at a crummy , ..old persons house?'
Huh? Who was that! I spun around, goosebumps appearing all over my arms. A blonde chic with blue highlights walked slowly towards me..
