A/N: If you can still remember… I promised you guys a sequel for Letters (my first story). But after a couple of weeks I spent thinking ideas, I've come to a conclusion that a sequel can NOT be happening because I literally can't think if there's any kind of story that is suitable enough to be the sequel for Letters. But then again, I tried to make this story looks like a sequel as much as possible… (You should really read Letters first if you want to understand the first bit.) The only thing is this story is about a whole different issue! And believe it or not, this is half-based on a true story. So… hope you'll enjoy it!

Chapter 1. Flight

Wait what…? I can't believe this. I just heard…

"Are you alright? Elsa?" I heard my mother.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine… I just need... To… Sit down…" I can't believe this. Gotta let Jack know about this. Right now. I pulled my phone out and started smacking my thumbs on the screen.

"OMCC JACK GUESS WHAT?" I press send.

"What what? You met Prince William?" Jack replied teasingly. But he's in school… Oh wait it's break time.

"No Jack… I'm going to Seattle."

"SEATTLE? AS IN THE AMERICAN SEATTLE WITH FERRIES?"

"Yep..."

"SINCE WHEN?"

"SINCE RIGHT NOW. THE FLIGHT IS TONIGHT. OMG HELP I'M PANICKING."

I look around the airport and sigh. Oh dear… Is this really a right choice? Wait…I don't have a choice. My dad suddenly has to move to Seattle due to his promotion and apparently he refuses to leave his family. So… yeah.

My phone rings. It's a text from Jack… We've been texting each other all day because he can't visit me to say goodbye. He would love to, but then school happens and I get to drop it for packing, but he can't drop it for visiting me.

"Do u have to go? :("

"It'll be only a few years I swear :(((" I reply and sigh. Years… but meh, I'll survive.

"Years? I thought u said… nvm. Missing u already lol xx ;)"

I chuckle at Jack's text. It's not like we're lovers or something… we're best friends. Wait a sec… HE IS MY BOYFRIEND. We're official. After the accident. Oh no don't you dare think of any accidents. Anyway, get it in your head, Elsa! Ugh, I don't think I can ever be able to get used to having a boyfriend. Besides, flowers and chocolate? I don't do those. I would love to have free chocolate out of nowhere right now though…

"Elsa? You alright?" I hear Anna's voice as I look up.

"Are you bringing any liquid stuff in your bag?" My mother asks us. "Because we have to put all liquids in these bags before going through security." She holds out transparent plastic bags.

I sigh as I pull out my toothpaste, face cream, and of course, my concealer. I will not go anywhere without my concealer.

"That's all I have." I smile while handing my bag to Anna, who was already finished with her stuff.

"Let's go then." She says. My phone rings again. Jack…

"Text me when you arrive in the US. Don't want to think of you floating in the mid of nowhere… Safe flight! Bring me some presents lol xxxxx byeeeeeeeeeeee." Oh my chocolate cake, does he think that I'm THAT unlucky?

"If I die, I'll seriously haunt you in your dream. GTG BYE LOVE XOXOXOXO" I reply quickly then put my phone, bag and bracelet in a box and let it go through the scanning machine as I go through one myself. I can't believe that I'm leaving England. For a few years. What should I do when I meet the people in my new school? Should I be a total different girl or should I act weird and continue being a shut-in? Damn it. I should've asked Jack about this first. What would he say… He would probably agree with me being sociable. I mean, socialising is good, right? You get to make new friends, going to new places with them… It's a whole new environment out there. Oh my chocolate cake, I suddenly feel scared. What if I do something wrong? What if I give people bad impressions about me? Then they will hate me, and then their friends will hate me, and so on. But then there are bitches in this wide world. They hate people for who they are. Right, just be yourself and do anything you feel comfortable and appropriate to do, Elsa. Remember that. Be who you are. A cold bitchy ass…NOOOO! Where the hell did THAT come from?

…As I get on the plane, I notice that there's a family with an about-three-month-old baby sitting right in front of me. (We decided to book the economy tickets to feel less…distanced) Excuse me, dear baby lovers, but I don't fancy cute babies with chubby cheeks, vomit, poo and loud crying voices. There's nothing wrong with being cute and having cheeks, of course, but I just don't like the rest of the pack. So I can guarantee that this is NOT going to be a good flight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the British Airways flight…" I ignore the speaker. I've gone through this many times. Seatbelt fastened, seats up, shades up, phones off… Oh shoot my phone is still on. But then again, I desperately need music to avoid the baby's voice… I'll just turn it into the airplane mode. I plug in my earphones and hit shuffle and a piano verse goes up. Airplanes.

Can we pretend that airplane in the night sky like shooting star?

I can really make a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now….

I wish I can jump out of this shooting star, take a cab back to Jack's house and stay in there forever. But, what did I say, I have no choice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now arriving at Seattle–Tacoma International Airport in Seattle, Washington, United States and the local time is 6:20 in the morning. It's 26 degrees Celsius outside and as you can see, it's slightly raining. Please sit still until the plane stops and the seatbelt sign is off. Thank you for choosing British Airways and we hope you had a great flight."

I feel like hell. Twenty past six in the MORNING? You have got to be kidding me. But oh well, live every day to its fullest! But then everything has to have exceptions. Oh well, I'm just gonna sleep through today and start unpacking tomorrow… (In case you wonder, I'm just bringing a third of the things in my room. The rest will be sent through mail… I think.)

Extra A/N: HOW WAS IT? Let me know if this chapter sounds weird…. Because it's the combination of two different experiences, which come from two different scenarios of two people so I don't think everything sounds right… But anyway, nothing's perfect :p Eh heh heh heh...