WELCOME: To My (Second) Home

WELCOME: To My (Second) Home

A Chapter by Millie
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WELCOME: To My (Second) Home

 

"Please exit using the doors on the left side of the plane. Located at the front and back of the plane, thank you for flying with us" The flight assistant's voice ringed through speaks dotted along the plane. I pushed the blanket they'd given me off on to the floor. I picked up my hand luggage and staggered out of the plane.

 

I waited for our luggage to be taken out of the plane and out through security like always. It didn't take long. Once we'd all got our stuff, had a quiet freshen up. We headed out of the Airport. My Dad was out side with the car waiting for us, he was also with my step-Mum who was what? Like 22-23 years of age. Although they were happy so I didn't mind much.

 

We got in the car made way for home. "Oh my god look, look!" Caitlyn shouted "I swear I just saw just saw Jonny depp!"

"Umm darling you could have, he doesn't live round here" Billie laughed.

"Oh. Well it looked like him" Caitlyn said solemly.

 

Looking around it was the true bright lights big city. Even in the broadest of day light the lights still shone for miles. It felt like an new place everytime I visited, in the knowing it wasn't I found some comfort in that.

 

 I still had to tell my Dad of the premiere. Or I could hold it off and sneak out there was a fire escape next to my bedroom window.



© 2011 Millie


Author's Note

Millie
review, rate, comment

this chapter still needs to be finsished :)



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