Chapter 8

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Lizzy's Point of View

"Are we at the Frankfort airport?"

"How did you know?" Gavin asked.

"I've been here a couple times."

We walked into the main gate and checked in at the front desk thing, dropping our suite cases off but keeping our bags. From there I was to tired to even pay attention where I was going till a pillar was suddenly in my way. It hit my face with a whack. I herd chuckles from all around, probably Gavin Aoki and Ayaka. I rubbed some of the sleep out of my eyes and continued to walk. A sign passed above my head that said "Tarmanial 2".

We stopped at gate 5 and gathered around yet another pillar. I could clearly see through the large walls made of windows, because there was no one else at the gate. Strange. The airport was quiet except for the occasional boarding announcement over the loud speaker. The chairs in this gate were empty, then why are we all standing?

"Hey are we early or something?" I asked.

Ayaka gave a little laugh shaking her long straight jet black hair. Her dark brown eyes shown with sleep just like the rest of us. Ya know, she looks a lot like her brother, but her hair is long and not short and spiked.

Ayaka's face lit up and pointed out the window, "That's our plane." I looked in the direction of her pointed finger.

 "What?" I demanded. A little jet was being taxied up to the gate. Wait is that a privet jet! No way! I felt my eyes go wide as I walked over to the glass wall. I pressed my fingers against it feeling the cold of the night seep through the glass and to my fingertips. The lights out on the runway broke through the darkness. The jet was painted white with the words "Oilean" written in big navy blue letters on either side and the tail.

An announcement came on, but I was to busy admiring the plane to let the words do anything but go through one ear and out another.

A familiar voice broke my bubble, to familiar. "Come on." I turned around. Anna-Marie!

"YAY!!" I yelled out and gave her a big hug. Some people from other gates gave me strange looks and I gave them strange looks back. "Oh my god! What are you doing here!"

"I don't know, what are you doing here!" She said with words filled full of excitement.

"I don't know, wha-"

"Come on girls we're boarding." Cut me off in mid sentence. It was Gavin.

We both started to follow him. The guy at the front of that tunnel thingy you walk through to board the plain, (Yes I know what it's called but tunnel thingy is way more fun to say) asked for our passports and tickets. Gavin got them out of his messenger bag and handed them to the guy. He nodded and let us through. We then walked through the tunnel thingy and came to some stairs. This whole time I could feel the roar of all the airplane engines from outside, under my feet.

Down the stairs we went until we came to a big white door at the bottom. We set our bags down in a nice and neat pile, while leaning against the white walls.

"Now what?" I asked.

Gavin replied with, "Now we wait."

Big sighs came from Anna-Marie and I, and we started to make faces at each other to pass the time.

"No they don't know each other at all." Ayaka said sarcastically. We both looked at the three of them, laughing.

In between giggles we said, "Yah, we're just total strangers who only met today." and continued to laugh.

Suddenly the big white door opened to a man whereing a reflector vest was signaling us to fallow. The bag pile was picked up and we fallowed the man out into the night.

The wind made my hair dance and the sound from the planes attacked my ears with noise. Little raindrops started to fall on my skin.

We came up to the plane with Ayaka in the lead and the boys in the back. Anna-Marie and I were poking each other the whole way. At the stairs we were greeted by some flight attendants in navy blue uniforms that also said "Oilean" but it was on the chest right above the name tag. The Ladies had their hair pulled up into tight buns and bright red lips, while the men had combed their hair and a clean shave.

We started to climb the satires. To me it looked like they had been used many times because the gripping had started peeling away from the steep metal steps. I climbed to the top and the warm air inside the plane pulled me in farther as the bright light from the lights in the plane attacked my eyes.

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