CHAPTER 1: LEAVING GROTTY BRITAIN

Her feet touched the ground for a split second before she rotated in the air, her long mid back length hazelnut brown loose curled hair flowing behind her as the stage lights danced around her movement as people awed at the young 17 year olds ballet moves.

She finally finished her solo performance with an elegant swan persiton and the crowd on their feet in pure amazement of the young protégé dancing like a professional. She bowed shyly before running at a silent but quick pace to her fathers arms where he hoisted her up with a proud parents smile like he had done so many years back when she had only just started to dance. Carrying her out of the stadium and into the front seat of the dark green glittering shogun that waited patiently in a slumber erging the man to start her engine for the journey home. The man looked across to his daughter as he slid the key into the ignition to see her sad face staring at the old stadium for the last time of her young career.

"You will love living a normal life sweety I promise America is a beautiful country with so much more to offer you then this grotty country" her dad said encouraging his daughter to cheer up with a light punch on her right arm.

"But I love grotty England with its horrible weather and stupid government" the young woman sniffed as a tear rolled down her porcelain cheek keeping her eyes on the almighty building. Her father placed a strong hand on her shoulder causing her to turn and stare at his gentle smile and like a infectious disease she began to smile with him.

"If things don't work out for my job or if life there really doesn't suit you we will catch the next flight back home. I promise." his gentle deep voice ushered bringing her into one of his famous caring hugs. Her father started the car and began to drive but the girl soon realized they weren't going home and her face dropped. ' Woo hoo airport here we come' she thought sarcastically to herself closing her emerald green eyes with light brown capturing the pupil and a dark ring round the outside edge in almost an unnecessary attempt to stop the colour running from her unusual eyes as she wished for this nightmare to end.

Pulling up to the airport the two climbed out of the vehicle as the dad gave the car keys to the firm and joined his daughter as they ran to catch their plane. Entering the airport their eyes wandered the people infested building, left and right families and business workers scrambled to and through of the room with various large bags either on wheels, carried on the backs or held in hands as they lined up placing the bags onto a conveyer belt where the disappeared through a flap to be carried off to a place the two presumed was the plane.

"Sarina, come on we don't need this area we have no luggage, lets go to customs" her father began to push his only child towards a door. They flashed their passports and carried on to the security area where the two waited. And waited and nothing a huge cue and know one was moving ' what's the hold up' the father thought impatiently as he tapped his foot in annoyance. Suddenly another belt had opened and Sarina grabbed her father and threw him to the front of the cue. They took off their belts rings key and anything else that resembled metal. Sarina then peered across to the non moving line to see a strange looking old man with the bottom half of his face covered un loading hundreds of weapons from every crook and cranny on his body, the girl wondered as soo many others were how he managed to fit all those weapons out of sight, the girl then pictured the man in a sumo suit with knives popping out and chuckled as she walked through the metal detector only for it to go off on her. She gulped as her father shook his head. A security guard pulled her off to the side and waved some kind of black stick in front of her and when it beeped like it was on drugs on her crutch area she gulped and was bombarded with questions now all eyes were on her.

Sarina's POV;

hey began to ask me what I would need to put in that area and could they see it but I didn't no what was there and no way in hell were they going to look down my pants and if they try, well their gonna be in for some major butt whooping that's for sure!

"she has a piercing there, believe me I'm not happy she had it done either" her father saved her from anymore embarrassment just as a woman came over with gloves. The security guards turned to look at him as if to say "who the hell are you?" and without them needing to ask he spoke." I'm her father, well foster father. She only had it done the other day so it has to stay in, I'm sorry if it causes any problems." oh may gawd, who knew my dad was such a good liar, he he I love him now, well even more. I smiled brightly to him as he dragged me off grabbing my keys etc from the tray and in to the waiting lounge. "wellll?" he asked as we sat down.

"well what?" I responded completely confused.

"what was the metal thing?" he asked slowly irritation in his voice.

"oh that… you know those charm underwear that Rose got me for my birthday" he nodded silently." well I decided to put charms on them" I finished laughing nervously as a sweat drop distinctively appeared on father's face. A tinny chime sounded and our flight was called we hurried to our seat for the long journey ahead.

We waited for what seemed like hours and we had not even moved an inch, when finally the last passenger boarded 'the old knife man' I thought thinking back to the metal detector chuckling to myself. Dad looked at me funny as I shook my head and nodded towards the old man as father began to chuckle lightly to.

"we were moving. Ok, don't panic its just a plane we are absolutely positively safe. We are safe. There will be no man eating snakes, no crashing into a deserted island. We aren't going to die. We are not going to die, we. Will. Definitely. Not .die." I whispered trying to calm my self down I looked at my father to see him laughing his head off. Then the bickering started.

"shut up!"

"why don't you!"

"make me!"

"your sooo immature for your age"

"YOUR ONE TO TALK,YOUR LIKE 40 YEARS OLD!!"

"35 and you know it!"

I was about to retaliate when we hit an air pocket and both of our hands gripped the arms of our seats, our heads snapped forwards with pure terror written all over us while everyone else sighed in relief as our bickering had come to an end.

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