A - The Airport

A little about the story: I've decided to challenge myself to see if I can put together a story where each chapter takes place or has to do with something in the sequence of the alphabet. For example, this first story is Airport for A, and the next chapter would be something that begins with the letter B. I hope you enjoy this collection.

Disclaimer: The Fosters is owned by ABC Family, not me.

Callie's P.O.V.

"Don't you just love the airport?" Mariana turned and asked me as the whole household, including Mike, walked towards a baggage check.

"I don't know, I've never been in one before," I responded.

"Well, I have, and I hate it," Jesus lamented.

As we reached the baggage check, I stopped to absorb my surroundings. There was everything from Starbucks to Nathan's in the area. There were cute, little souvenir shops that sold American flags and Statue of Liberty-modeled paperweights. This made me think about how little I got to travel around the state- country- world. One time when I was eight and Jude was four, we, Mom, and Dad went to Colorado to see the Grand Canyon. That was the furthest away from home I had been and have been. So it's no doubt that I've never seen the inside of an airport, because I've never needed to be in one until now.

"There's a lot more to an airport than terminals, as you can see," Brandon said to me as I was slowly leaving my trance.

"Uhm, yeah."

At this point, we had come to the front of the long line, and Mike began to put his luggage on a platform, one by one. The platform began to add up numbers.

"Hey Jude, do you know what that does?" I asked while turning to face him. One problem- he wasn't behind me.

"Jude?" I called out slightly loud, "Jude!"

"Callie, what's wrong?" Stef questioned.

"Where's Jude?" I asked once more, beginning to panic.

"Callie, calm down. He couldn't have gotten far." Mariana declared.

"No, there's about a hundred people in here. Where's Jude?" I frantically shoved my way out of the line to search for Jude.

"Jude!" I bellowed repeatedly while running across the airport. I peeped into numerous stores, hoping to catch Jude. I ran up an escalator and onto the second level. I saw how vast the place was, and I just did not know what to do.

"Jude!" I cried one last time. I propped myself up against a wall, sat down, and bawled. After crying and losing nearly every ounce of dignity that I had, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a call from Lena.

"Hello?" I asked as I answered the call. I tried to sound as casual as possible while I was on the phone, as I had stifled any incoming sniffles.

"Where'd you go? We found Jude," she responded.

"Where was he?"

"I don't know. He just appeared shortly after you ran. Can you find your way back to the baggage check? We're there waiting for you." I didn't know if I should have been infuriated or relieved, but I was feeling something.

" Uhm, yeah. I'm heading back." I hung up right after I said that, but I remained seated against the wall. I surveyed the level that I was on, and it seemed to have even more wonders than the first level had.

"This place is like a mall," I whispered to myself. A flashback struck me viciously after that thought. I suddenly remembered one time when my old foster dad took me, Jude, and Liam to the mall. It was the first time in a couple of years, and there had been many more outlets added since I had last been there. Like today, Jude had gotten lost, but Liam and his father got mad and started yelling at me for not watching him carefully. Like I'm his legal guardian. I might as well have been; we would've been better off. My phone vibrated again, but this time it was a text from Lena.

"Where are u? We get charged by the hour!" I stood up from the spot that I had learned to get comfortable in, and travelled down the escalator. As I neared the family, Brandon power walked up to me.

"Are you okay?" He demanded, but I did not respond. I was so focused on seeing Jude. I continued walking towards Jude, and once he was within reach, I grabbed and squeezed any wind he had out of him.

"Where did you go?" I asked him without letting go.

"Where did you go?" He retaliated.

"This is nice and all, but I need to go through security and not miss my flight," Mike reminded us. So we all went up the escalator with Mike's belongings and walked him over to a security check, where we had to say goodbye for we could not stalk him beyond that point.

"Don't worry guys, I'll only be gone for three weeks. It's all work will give me," Mike said with a smirk on his face. "And try not to do much without me!" I didn't know it at the time, but, oh, so much can happen in three weeks.

Shout out to TheTBone for pointing out the spacing issue~ I've fixed it

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