I stuff my suitcase into the overhead compartment, ignoring the over exageratted complains of the woman behind me and finally slamming it into place. I grin to myself truimphantly, plopping down in my seat next to the window and finally letting the woman sit next to me. We sit in an awkward slience, me setting my devices on airplane mode and pretending to be busy by zipping and unzipping random pouches in my jacket.
''Ladies, Gentlemen, everyone, we are currently about to take off, so please turn off your devices, sit back and remember to not be scared and enjoy the ride.'' The perky blond hosts announces, setting the radio back into place and walking over the aisles.''Seat belt on please,'' he reminds me and I awkward reach for my seatbelt, avoiding his gaze and snapping it into place. I can't help myself, hot people make me nervous. He nods once he sees I'm strapped in and continues his walk down the aisles.
The woman nexts to me suddenly sighs, slouching in her chair and setting a sleeping mask over her eyes. She almost instantly falls asleep, taking slow, low breathes and mumbling every so often. I find myself yawning as well even though I'm not tired in the slightest, to many nerves are running through out my body and making me jitty.
I open my bookbag again, taking out my Iphone for games and the two others letters so I can go over them in the planes. I feel a pull in me suddenly, it's always hard to leave home, even though I'm overly excited for this trip
I already miss my sister and friend, Chris. Chris is originally from nothern Britian so he told me all he could about traveling across the world and especially the degree change. He spoke vilely whenever I brought up the temperature, something tells me he likes being warmer than colder. And my sister was a doll through everything I thought she'd at least be jealous of me but she laughed it off and helped me pack what I needed. That's the only reason I remembered everything I'm going to need for London life.
I read the letter yet again, eyes scanning in exicitment, no matter how many times I read it a buzz of excitment always runs through me. I'm finally doing what I always wanted to do! I'm traveling halfway across the world to live in England, this is so excitening. Ever since I was little I dreamed of traveling and experiencing new things and thanks to this one little letter I'm finally doing it. My content sigh gets pushed back into the sounds of people preparing for the plane to lift into the air.
''Everyone buckle up, we are taking off,'' the hot host announces with a flourish, disappearing behind a curtain to probably sit down. I subconscious check the woman next to me's seatbelt to make sure she's probably strapped in. She is, I look around and see everyone doing there thing, nobody saw my awkward seatbelt check, good.
I lay back in my seat, checking the plan for when the plane lands. The Lester's will first pick me up, taking me home and showing me around the home. Apparently they have a son as well but they were reserved about it when we Skype'd each other.
The plane rolls forward and slowly takes off, my stomach drops as the plane lifts into the air but I tell myself the feeling will subside when the plane evens out. Someone in front of me squeals as the plane moves, quickly slienced by the person nex to them. The person pulls away from them with a havy paper bag and my stomach lurches forward. Gross, I am definantly not sleeping wiht that time bomb in front of me.
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When we land to woman to my side is still asleep and me, being the amazing civilan I am, decide to wake her up. I shake her shoulder softly, still on the reserves about this whole idea. She grunts and her head turns away from me, but she doesn't awaken. I shake her shoulder a bit harder, whsipering.''The plane's landed ma'am, we are in england,'' I tell her, smiling at the fact I'm not even in America anymore.
She groans, suddenly moving her hand to grab my wrists, I yelp, pulling back quickly and flinching againist the window. She lifts her eye wear up and blinks hazily for a few seconds, looking at me with confused eyes.
"Sorry ma'am, the plane's landed, I had to wake you up,'' I cover quickly, words skidding over each other in my rush to explain myself.
"Thanks,'' She says simply, standing and streaching with a groan, nI sit up with her, doing my own streaching and opening the over compartment, revealing my gigantic suitcase, why did I even bring this on th plane with me? Oh yeah, because Mr. and Mrs. Lester wanted me here early so they could get home.
I pull down my suitcase, heaving loudly as it falls down on my previously used seat. I pick up my bookbag next, slinging it over my shoulder and shuffling backwards out of the cramped space.
The womans gone, along with most people on the plane when I turn around. I speed up, mind over thinking scernarios in which the plane takes off with me still on it or spontanisously turns around and heads back towards home. I move sideways out of the seating area, dragging
my suitcase behind me and pulling it harshly from a jam.
I walk down the aisle, immediatly followed by a couple holding a squaling baby in their arms. I walk faster towards the open door, my suitcase bumbing along the shoody blue carpet squeezing just past the seat gaps.
I finally make it out, heading the terminal and taking my first step into England, I sigh, both feet hitting the floor. My world spins like a top as I get used to the flat ground yet again. I head forwards, stepping and bouncing on one foot each time I walk forward. I exit the termal and stand on my tippy toes so I can search the crowd.
I catch sight of a waving hand and follow down the arm to see Mrs. Lester waving me over with a large smile and sparkling eyes. I hurry towards them, making sure to step side people in the crowd with the sherlock theme running through my head. I catch sight of them through a pair of bodies and awkwardly squeze through them. Muttering apologies and pulling my suitcase in suit.
"Hello Daniel!" Mr. and Mrs Lester say respectivly at the same time, laughing at each other and motioning for me to follow.
One short yet awkward car ride later we all walk into the Lesters home. Mrs. Lester sitting on the sofa and Mr. Lester falling next to her, sighing tiredly. They begin asking a array of questions.
I looked over the Lesters carefully, studying their features for any signs of hate or regretfulness in there eyes. I can't help myself, I'm a paranoid person and this has become second nature to me.
I first focus on Mrs. Lester, mostly because just by the way she sits proper with a slight slouch and her voice holds pep and delight you can tell she is an open person. Her features are light, a slim nose that leads down to a pale pink cupids bow lips. Her sparkling blue eyes are surrounded by laugh lines, they're alite with happiness and over all enthusiam. She's happy I'm here, for some reason this is new and exciting for her.
My head turns slightly left and I answer yet another question as I turn my eyes over to Mr. Lester.
His dark hair is already streaked with a light mesh of white and gray hairs. Though he smiles broadly His shoulders sit a bit hunched in a way that suggest unsettlement and a lack of comfortbility. Since I know Mrs. Lester is obviously not giving off discomforting waves and I have come off to him as zero threat, with my polite manners and light colored, yet still gray, sweaters. I hypothesis someone is here, or coming to see us and he's preparing himself physically and emotionally. So either a terrible twos toddler or a ramboncious teenager, throwing the couples age into consideration and Mrs. Lester obviously lack of stress I'm going to go with teenager.
Mr. Lester's hard jawline and dark pink tinted lips are framed by shoody patches of black hair that make up a mustache that falls on the sides of his lips into a choppy beard.
His mouth stands in a promenent straight line just as a door opens upstairs, even Mrs. Lester's posture falters along with her bright smile. Obviously I wasn't supposed to meet this teen yet.
"And that would be our.... son Phil," Mrs. Lester says quietly to end an explatnation I wasn't really paying attention too.
A set of loud footsteps fall down the steps with a steady clump and I move a degree to face the stair.
The black converse clad shoes show up before the person and I begin sizing instantly. Converse don't mean anything bad but they show obvious wear and tear, like he hasn't worn anything else in months possibly years.
A black pair of skinny jeans pops into view, I've yet to determine this teenagers gender.
I turn to the Lesters for a minute and see both faces are stony, clear annoyance eched into every crevice.
Turning back I finally catch sight of the teenager. Male, black strands of silky black hair stand prominent and lighten under the lights gaze. I watch as he turns to us, sunglassed eyes instantly landing on me and trailing up my body. Sizing me up as a threat or not probably, as I am currently doing to him. Just like me all his clothes are black, a black crew neck, and a black leather jacket. His pale skin almost glows in contrast to them, giving him an bright aura. I watch his covered eyes, waiting for the moment he would show them to me and I'd see what he was thinking.
He lifts his hand slowly, grabbing the corners of his sunglasses and lifting them up. I watch in antcipation as he rests the glasses in his dark fringe. His eyes are light, they're wide set to give him a child like appearence. You can almost see as you look into the blue/green color that light was supposed to radiate from them but it doesn't. Instead his eyes just look, tired and unintrested, our gazes suddenly fall back into reality and we both see the Lesters watching us crookedly.
I blush from embarassment, looking at the ground and grabbing my backpacks strap.
Phil just makes a hmpf sound, turning towards the door and heading without so much as a goodbye.
His parents don't even bring up his strange behaviour, instead waving it off and informing me where me room is. They don't bother to even mention him as I head upstairs.
Ramboncious teenager it is then.