Twenty-Eight: Parents †

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Training had gotten a lot more intense in the following week.

I had still managed to balance training with seeing Scott, but then there was also Jason – he came into the equation, too.

Scott and I went on more "hot chocolate dates" as he liked to brand them. I didn't mind them, but my taste for hot chocolate was weakening and I was finding myself having to chuck most of mine away. I just didn't want to ruin the name, admittedly.

But with the additional training sessions, we had found out who was going to be competing in this home athletics competition: myself, Ruby, Verity and two other girls. There were also three reserves as a precautionary so it was us eight at the supplementary training sessions. More and more people were coming to watch and every time, I was still managing to beat my time, even if it was just by a margin of a second.

Now, I was going to meet my parents at the airport. I was wearing jeans, a simple top and a jacket to protect me from this dismal weather. I didn't want to get ill so close to the competition. It was tomorrow.

Waiting at the exit to the airport, an ocean of people began to amble out of the tunnels from the shops. I got closer, turning around quickly to make sure the taxi was still stationary by the curb so that we would still be able to get back to the town. The airport was about a half an hour drive from the college.

"Tiegan!" a female bellowed.

I snapped my head in the direction – coming from my left. My mom was practically prancing up to me whilst my dad trotted behind, hauling the majority of the suitcases behind him. Most people had turned around to witness the weird English family causing a scene – I suppose this didn't occur habitually.

"Mum," I breathed loudly.

We wrapped our arms round one another as Dad came strolling up the rear. He let the suitcases and bags balance before wrapping his arms around both of us, towering over us and obstructing the light source we had.

"I can't believe you're here," I spoke, pulling back from it all.

"We wouldn't miss this for the world, Tiegan," Dad replied slickly, hauling up the suitcases again. "Are we going straight away?"

I nodded. "Yeah, the cab is outside waiting for us."

"Oh, we'll pay him," Mom interjected.

I kept my mouth compressed shut as we unhurriedly made our way to the cab. He got out at once, helping Dad with the suitcases and bags in prior to opening the door for my mom and I. We got in the back and he closed the door, Dad riffling through his little pouch strapped around his waist as he gingerly got in the cab. He nearly smacked his head on the top. Characteristically Dad, really, I mused.

Mom began querying the college and what it was like. She even asked if sending me here was the right decision but I concurred that it was. She left it at that before asking about Psychology and wondered if it was assisting me in anyway. I told her it was. By now, we had arrived at our destination: the college.

I had agreed to show them around first before they'd go to the hotel they were staying at in the town. The cab driver agreed to stay at the college to wait for us – I said we'd only be an hour and since he was getting paid and tipped, I think he felt complied to sanction it.

The first part of the tour was the library, followed by my room. They thought I had excellent accommodation and thankfully, Johanna wasn't in the room at the time, but they did enquire about her. I said she was nice and she was my friend – which is true. We're getting closer and that made me elated. I would have hated a snobby roommate like Ruby. Thank God she's paired up with Lea, I cogitated.

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