I'm Not Weird I'm unique

Chapter 1

"Callie Hazel get down here right now!" Auntie Rosa's voice drifts up the stairs and I sigh.

"Coming!"

"You lost permission to say that word two minutes ago! You're going to be late!"

"Ok!" I take one last look around my childhood room, the bright walls and empty frames, then grab the last suitcase and rush down the stairs. "I'm down auntie Rosa!"

Auntie Rosa spins round and rushes towards me, her blonde hair caught in her apron. "Finally! Get in the car!"

"Sure, whatever."

"Oh come on Callie, don't be like that. Where's the crazy Callie I love? I know you love it here, but you never know, you might love it even more over there."

"Doubt it. Did you buy my chocolate!"

"Yes! Now get in the car!"

"Ok! No need to go tiger on me!" I haul the bright green suitcase out of the kitchen, into the hallway, out of the front door and finally into the car, chucking it in the boot I jump into the front seat. "Auntie Rosa! We're going to be late!" I mock.

She scurries out of the door, quickly locking it behind her and jumps into the front seat. "No need to bully me Callie. I just don't want you to miss your flight!"

"Yes sir!"

"Callie!"

"What?!"

"Stop that, you know it annoys me."

"That's the point!"

"Like I said, you're a bully!"

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"I don't want to gooooooo!"

"Callie Hazel! You're going and that's final! Now let go of the pole and get on the plane!"

"Whyyyyy?"

"Callie Hazel! Get on that plane right now!"

"No!" I let go of the pole, making a dash for the exit, unfortunately I forget that auntie Rosa has the fastest reactions known to man and she hauls me back. "Let me gooooo!"

"Callie Hazel, I am about to drag you onto that plane and give them all the food I hid in your bags!"

I gasp. "No! Please no!"

"Get on the plane!"

"Ok ok, I will!"

"Good. Bye then Callie." Auntie Rosa gives me a quick hug before preparing to rush off.

"Wait!"

"Goodbye Callie! There are skittles in your pink bag."

"SKITTLES!"

"Callie! Get on the plane first!"

"Uhhhhhh!" I grab my two bags and drag myself up to the check in.

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"Miss, please. We must ask you to leave the plane."

"No."

"Miss, do not make us kick you off."

"Unless it entails me actually getting a foot to my backside then I don't care."

"No. It would mean that the police would be called to escort you off."

"Ooh. Sounds like fun."

"Miss. Do not make me ask again. Leave."