Leaving and Meeting

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- Disciption -
- The airport was a chaos, it was filled with unseen faces hustling
and bustling with their luggage's to reach their flight.
The air was heavy, Claustrophobic within the crowd of people moving
and hustling. Some lounged on the low comfy chairs and others bounced
on their toes off to their flight or stores in the airport. -

- Owlen Hart -
He was a 15 year old boy, platinum blondeish hair
with brown roots and grown dead brown ends.
He has hazel blueish brown eyes —
that roared from the deep skyline daylight.
A tan skin tone with his hair damp and fluffed up, eyebags under his eyes and —
He was wearing a dark-blue heavy oversize hoodie, baggy grey sweats that had black —
outline stars on the side with black normal converse shoes that was written —
letters everywhere and black outline stars.

- POV -
It was  crowded Sunday morning.
His eyes were narrowed clearly annoyed but kinda felt a spark of excitement left in him.
His lips pouted abit, his hand clenched on his luggage as his shoulders had his backpack.

He and his family Mrs Hart and Mr Hart and his siblings,
were going on a holiday break or as others say a vacation to.. somewhere because their parents.
Mrs Hart and Mr Hart wanted to surprise their children with a special holiday break or vacation.
They were waiting for their plane, to get aboard. Owlen was kinda upset he got woken up in 5 in
the morning since he accidentally almost did a all-nighter because he fell asleep at 3.

- 'Guys should I continue this story?'
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