"Are you going to be okay?" Mariah asked, acting as if she cared, while putting the last of my clothes into my suitcase.
I giggled, "Isn't a little to late for that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, as I locked the suitcase closed.
She flashed a brief wicked smile, "I suppose your right, but just remember one thing." She continued seriously, as she held up one finger.
"And what would that be Auntie Mariah?" I asked, sitting on top of my green suitcase, legs crossed, obliviously amused.
"Curiosity killed the cat."
I laughed at the sentence, "Alright Auntie Mariah, but I suggest we should head to the airport before the plan leaves us."
She sighed, "Gather your belongings then, and head down stairs." She said, leaving the brightly lit room.
I got up and walked over to the sun covered window, glancing out over New York.
"I will miss all the lights..." I admited to myself.
I looked over the familiar room that I shared with my friend, my only friend.
Nothing special, white walls, two beds, a couple of windows, and a desk.
Question on where my friend is? She's, well how do I put it, dead.
Shes been missing for over a year now, and they needed a status on her, she was just an orphan so they blandly labeled her dead.
"Bre! Hurry up!" I heard Mariah yell from downstairs.
I smiled at my old room, and made a small salute, as I turned around and headed down the stairs, "Coming!"
This was actually my first time being on a plane, it was so...exciting!
As I pulled my carry-on, I noticed two strange boys with brown hair and grey eyes randomly starring at me.
I ignored it and I found my seat, "101." I said, as I plopped in my seat, looking out the window. I was glad that no one would be sitting by me on the plane ride, it was going to be like having my own private ride.
I saw Mariah waving goodbye to me as if saying "Wont miss ya!" Which I knew she was thinking.
The whole reason for me switching foster homes was because of Mariah, she never liked me and tried to get rid of me, as if I cared though.
She made my life a living hell so I guess this was some sort of a blessing, how ironic, the person who hates me the most gave me a blessing.
As the plane slowly pulled off, I looked out the window again and smiled, I gave Mariah a kind gesture that involved my middle finger.
"Payback is sweet." I smirked as I took out my notebook and started to draw.
I couldn't focus because I felt two pairs of eyes on me.
I looked up to the twins as they kept starring, If you look at someone when there starring at you, aren't they suppose to look away? But no, they kept starring even when I started to wave my hand for them to look at something else.
Where were there parents anyway? Were they unaccompanied minors?
I got an idea, and turned to a clean page, and started writing.
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