Moonlit

Deported

It's November, the start of winter; no sunlight nor heat for months. Not that I was really expecting any where I was going, from what I'd heard of England it was constantly dull and rainy. I hope to prove that stereotype wrong, naturally it was only a faint hope; many of my friends had travelled to England with their families for brief vacations, I fail to see why anyone would want to go there on vacation seeming as the weather is suppost to be so dull, but whenever I brought up the weather they just groaned and confirmed the lack in good weather with obvious distaste and bitterness of their experiences with this small country. I was not in particular looking forward to the upcoming event.

I currently lived in San Francisco, California. I spent most of my time at the beach down the road from my house, another thing I was not looking forward to in England; beaches should be hot and dry. I loved the warm climate of the water and was not looking forward to the cold bitterness that awaited me in England. But since my adoptive parents Caitlin and David died 2 months ago, some rather disturbing, yet exciting news was brought to my attention. It was Caitlin's last request that if anything should ever happen to her and David that I would be taken into the care of my aunt, Kristen. It seemed an odd request seeming as none of my biological family had maintained contact with me since my mother put me up for adoption 13 years ago.

I woke up feeling stressed and unsettled; I had not wished for this day to arrive any time soon. I groaned, and rolled over hoping more sleep would come to me when I was whacked hard around the head with a pillow. I opened my eyes and scowled at Ian, supportive as he was he should know me well enough by now as not to disturb me so early in the morning, to say I was not a morning person would be some what of a understatement. I despised mornings.

"What the HELL do you think your doing Ian?!" I scolded him as I stretched "do you have any idea how early it is?" I continued as I got out of bed and involuntarily yawned.

"Yeah, half seven. Just though assuming your still going to England today you might want waking up in time for your flight" He grinned at me.

"Oh, that." I moaned, rolling my eyes at the thought of the long plane trip ahead of me.

I walked towards to hotel ensuite, kicking Ian out of my bedroom in the process. As much as it pained me to think about Caitlin and David, I was glad I had their son here for company and support. Ian knew the pain I was going through right now, because he was going through the exact same thing, only much, much worse. I had only lost my adoptive parents, and as much as I was hurt for my loss I knew that Ian had lost more. He had lost his family, and I could relate to him through that. I had looked upon Caitlin and David as my parents, as they had been there for me throughout my life. The same however could sadly not be said for my biological parents, I didn't know why they put me up for adoption all those years ago, but I fully intended to find out. After all I was going to live with my aunt, surely she must know a little about my past?

I was broken out of my trance when the taxi driver opened my door and retrieved my luggage from the boot.

"Thanks," I beamed a smile at him, and tried to seem oblivious to the fact he was clearly hinting for a tip.

"Sure kid, no problem"

With that I quickly grabbed my bags and walked towards the airport doors. I took a deep breath and turned slowly to take one last glance at my surroundings, I had already said goodbye to the sun so instead I looked at the buildings and the people, I was truly going to miss it here.

I walked through the thick automatic doors and towards the metal detectors, and half expected them to be triggered by my zipper or the metal buttons on the back pocket of my jeans, so I was deeply relieved when nothing happened. I was just about to take a seat and wait for my plane when an announcement was made.

"Attention passengers, flight 427 is now ready for boarding. Will all passengers please head towards departure gate 26"

I took my seat in the plane and got comfortable. I was surprised to find that I loved the feeling of plane taking off, everyone had always complained about this part of the ride. I looked out of the window and saw the small world below me; the clouds we were soaring through gave off an odd sense of safety and I dosed off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep. I must have slept for hours, because when I woke up everyone was undoing their seatbelts and leaving the plane. I followed and went to retrieve my luggage, tripping over people's feet and bumping into several others on my way, I wasn't the most alert person after I awoke and these passengers learnt that the hard way.