I
easily found Alfred's Rolls Royce within the parking lot of Gotham
Performing Arts School (original name, I know). It was the same car I
had seen for years.
"Hey Alfred!" I said as I got
into the car. I looked down at the seat. What was my bag doing here?
I always left it at home. "Alfred...Why is my bag here? Why
isn't it back at the manor?" I slid it over so I could fit my
backpack and guitar in the car.
"Sam, We're taking a little
trip. Ever been to Asia?" Alfred said cheerily from the front
seat. Something was off.
"Alfred, what's
going on?" Alfred had raised me since I was 5, when my dad died.
He had raised my dad and uncle when they were little, but they were
both dead. Or so I thought.
"Guess who called? Your uncle."
Alfred said as he was driving to the airport.
"HE'S
ALIVE?!?" I asked.
"Yes. He's spent the last 7 years traveling around Asia. We're taking the private jet to pick him up." Private jet? When had this private jet come into the picture? He must have seen my expression, because he looked into the rear view mirror and said, "Miss, you're a Wayne. You didn't know you had a private jet?"
I glanced at my bag. My
six pokemon were sleeping peacefully in their pokeballs, right next
to my sheet music I can't live without (Paramore, John Mayer,
and Santana. But mostly Paramore. You can't live without Paramore.).
I sighed and laid my head back on the plush leather interior.
"My
life would make an Oscar-winning screenplay." I mumbled to
myself.
A half an hour later,
I was strapping in my little Smoochum (She might be little, but don't
underestimate her) to the seat next to me. Blaziken, Mew, Celebi,
Latias, and Munchlax were all sitting around us, strapping themselves
in. Celebi looked at me.
"Celebi celebi?" he asked.
"No, I don't know. Alfred, how long is the flight?"
"About 15 hours both ways, with 2 stops for gas." Alfred
replied. All the pokemon glared at me. They hate flying for so long.
Wait a tick. 15 hours with 2 stops? It was about 5:00 in the evening
now, which would mean we'd get to wherever we're going at about 6:00
am Gotham time. Uh-oh. Thankfully, it's a Friday, so I wouldn't
miss any school (Trying to make up work for school is hell. Absolute
hell. You learn very quickly to just not get sick or skip.)
The next morning, I woke up. Wow, what happened? Oh, yeah, I remember now. I looked at my watch. 9:39 am in Gotham. I sighed as got out my guitar. Another long flight. Wait, shouldn't we have landed? Oh whatever, I need to practice. I'll play Miracle. Yeah, that sounds good. All my pokemon were up and chatting cheerily. How come everyone in my family has to be morning people? It's just not right. I started playing.
"Sam, play quieter" Alfred said from behind me. I played just a little bit quieter. "You're hopeless."
I've gone for too long living like I'm not alive
So
I'm going to start over tonight
Beginning with you and I
When
this memory fades
I'm gonna make sure it's replaced
With
chances taken
Hope embraced
I hope I told you
I'm not going
cause I've been waiting for a miracle
And I'm not leaving
I
won't let you
Let you give up on a miracle
When it might save
you
I didn't realize it, but someone got up from their seat at sat down across the aisle from me. My Mew got up and floated over to this new person. She sniffed his hand and purred as he pet her. She laid in his lap and watched me with her wide eyes.
We've
learned to run from
Anything uncomfortable
We've tied our pain
below and no one ever has to know
That inside we're broken
I
tried to patch things up again
To cut my tears and kill these
fears
But have I told you how I..
I'm not going
Cause I've
been waiting for a miracle
And I'm not leaving
I won't let
you
Let you give up on a miracle
Cause it might save you
It's
not faith if, if you use your eyes
Oh why
Get it right this
time (this time)
Let's leave this all behind
Oh why
We'll
get it right this time
It's not faith if you're using your eyes
Oh
why
I switched into another song. Then reality finally hit. Someone new was sitting across from me. Someone I hadn't seen in 7 years.