My Heroes (REWRITING)

Chapter Three: Where Do Broken Hearts Go

I yawn, and stretch my arms, as the rest of my body wakes up. I actually slept pretty good. I still have some of One Direction's songs in my head, which made me fall asleep much faster!

I make sure I have everything ready to go, as I go through a mental checklist.

Phone? Yup.
Food? Yup.
Drinks? Yeah.
Other junk I might need? Check!

All set to go!

I make sure to use the restroom before I leave, and then I quietly make my way out of the Best Buy building and onto the bustling street of Detroit. I turn my backpack over to hang on my stomach, because of the pickpockets here. I don't need to get my things stolen, I need them. I still have about five dollars in my front pocket, which won't be much use anyways, but I always like to have a little bit of extra money with me.

I know I need to get to Australia, I just have no idea how to. I really need to go to that concert. It might show me what to do with the rest of my life. I don't know why, but I need this concert. I can't afford plane tickets, that's for sure. I haven't heard of any contests to win tickets or plane tickets, so that's out of the question. I guess the only way onto that plane is to become a stowaway.

I'll need to find a way to sneak into the plane's cargo, while no one is looking, and I'll have to find my way to Sydney, Australia. I can definitely do this. I'm determined.

I start walking to the nearest airport, which is a crappy looking one, might I add. There's barely any cars in the parking lot, and there's only two airplanes. That will have to do for now. I walk into the nearly empty airport and make my way to the international flight section.

I'm small enough to sneak around guards, so they don't see me when I slip into the luggage area for Sydney. I'm lucky they have that flight today. I look around for a bag that could fit me inside of it. I find a burgundy one, that's name tag reads 'Wilma Fert'. I guess she won't be getting her luggage in Australia, I smirk to myself. I remove all of the contents of the bag onto the floor. Then, I place myself inside, with my bag on top of me. Before they load the luggage fully onto the plane, I'll sneak into second class. They can't kick me out of a plane when we are flying in mid air.

At least, I hope they can't.

Authors Note
So, that was a really short chapter, I know. I just wanted to update before I went to bed! If you are ever confused about when I update my books, I have an update schedule on my profile bio. Don't forget to vote, comment, and follow me if you enjoyed. Wow, I almost have 50 reads! That's insane! And I have 6 votes and 7 comments! Yay! You guys are the best! Bye!