The Kidnapping Of Hazel

Hazel

I sat on the plane, swinging my legs as I sat. Daisy sat next to me, Amina next to her, and they were holding hands. I looked at them, smirked, batted my eyebrows, and wolf-whistled at them.

We got in America. Wait, let me explain: So Uncle Felix and Aunt Lucy told us that they wanted us to go to America because of the war. Now, Alexander and George were visiting his parents in Boston for Christmas. So, despite Daisy, I took him we were gonna be in America.

Anyway, we got to America, and waited for the taxi Uncle Felix arranged for us. I suddenly felt my shoulders against my chest, and I smelled boy. I looked up and saw Alexander smiling. I also saw George smirking. I didn't care, though, I hugged him. "Oi, Hazel, taxi." Daisy said, tapping on my shoulder and pointing outside. I blushed and we headed out. "Can we come? Alex would love that." George said. Daisy shook her head, but I nodded.

We sat in the taxi, Alexander next to me. "I missed you, Haz." Alexander said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. I loved his blonde hair, his light blue eyes. "I missed you too, Alex."