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Translation: Everything with a * behind it will be translated on the end of the chapter :)
And you tossed it in the trash.
You tossed it in the trash, you did.
Her gray eyes narrowed as she stared at the ground outside the window. She shifted uncomfortable in the blue seat she was sitting in. To the right her black haired friend was reading in a book, an pair of old-styled headphones on her head, and the gray eyed girl could faintly hear the music that her friend was playing. She turned her narrowed eyes back to the window, glaring at the ground below them. She ignored the stewardess that asked her if she wanted anything, and she also ignored the nudge she received from her best friend when she didn't say anything. She could hear her black haired friend politely say to the woman that she wasn't feeling too well. But as soon as the stewardess left, the brunette was grasped by her arm harshly.
"Wat?(*)"
She didn't mean to snap, but the last few days had brought up that she snapped at everything that happened around her. She was pissed. Pissed at her school, at her mother, even at her best friend's mother. They were the reason she was now on this plane, zooming off to the other side of the world. Her mother, and her friend's mother had signed them up for an exchange program with a school in America, and there was no way she would have gotten out of it. So here she was, along with her best friend, on a plane towards her hell.
"Je hoeft niet zo kattig te doen zeg! Die vrouw was alleen maar vriendelijk!(2*)"
The black haired girl glared at her companion, her brown eyes narrowing. The brunette just shrugged her arm free and turned back towards the window of the airplane, looking down at the ground, and the clouds, that were zooming past beneath them. She made a move to grab onto her headphones, but they were grabbed away from her before she could touch them. "Wat nou?(3*)" She turned to look at the girl besides her, who was holding onto her headphones and iPod, her eyebrows pulled up. "Demi," She growled. "geef terug.(4*)"
Demi pulled her eyebrows even up higher. "Zodat je me nog meer buiten kan sluiten? Miley, er is een reden waarom je ouders je naar het buitenland sturen!(5*)" She glanced at the sleeping man besides her and quieted her voice a little bit, scared to wake him up. "Ze willen niet dat je jezelf helemaal gaat afzonderen, en ik vindt dat ze gelijk hebben. Straks ga je ook nog doen alsof ik niet meer besta!(6*)" She shook her head slightly, her dark locks moving with every move she made with her head.
"Dat gaat niet gebeuren.(7*)" Miley scoffed, looking away again. "Ik snap niet waarom m'n ouders denken dat ik hier socialer van ga worden. Ik kan niet tegen ze praten in mijn eigen taal, en het zijn waarschijnlijk een stelletje snobs.(8*)" She rolled her gray eyes, which had now specks of icey blue in them. "Wat voor naam voor een stad is Wyckoff nou weer, en waarom echt New Jersey? Konden we niet gewoon naar LA of zo?(9*)"
"Nee dat konden we niet.(10*)" Her friend growled, dropping the headphones back in the girl's lap. "Maar ga jij lekker zitten zeiken, dan ga ik wel lol hebben. Het is alsof je dat woord nooit hebt gekend. Je bent verandert Miley, en niet in op een goede manier.(11*)" But the gray eyed girl just rolled her eyes again and turned to look out of the window.
The voice of the pilot came from the speakers, telling them to put their seatbelts on and that they would be landing in a few moments. "We hope you had a nice flight with us. In a few minutes we will be landing at JFK. The temperature in 82,4 degrees. We hope to see you back soon." There was a noise, and the sign for the seatbelt sprang to life, glowing red.
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"En nu, miss 'ik kan niet wachten tot we landen!'?(12*)" Miley crossed her arms, leaning onto her left leg slighty. Her best friend was looking around herself, trying to catch a glimpse of the family they would be staying with for the rest of the school year. Bu it was hard. People were pushing around the, hoping to be still able to catch their flight, or being happy to finally be back home with their families. It was a chaos, and Miley jumped slightly when she heard Demi shriek before she grabbed onto her arm to drag her into a random direction. She was still able to grab onto her suitcase before she stumbled behind the energetic blackhead.
"Ik zei toch dat alles goed ging komen!(13*)" She giggled as she pointed at a group of three people. The woman holding a sign that said; 'Miley Cyrus and Demi Lovato! Welcome in New Jersey!' The man was looking around, probably looking for them, while the nineteen-year-old looking boy was shaking his head at the woman who was happily chatting away to him. "Hello!" Demi shrieked, her English layered with a thick accent.
"Ja, doe dat vooral! Zo denken ze nog dat je een of andere weirdo bent.(14*)" Miley groaned when the brown eyed girl began walking faster. Miley was sure she would have been waving like a madman, wasn't it that she was carrying a heavy black suitcase with her. "Demi, doe in godsnaam een beetje normaal!(15*)" But it was as if the blackhead didn't hear her. They were nearing the family, and Demi was happily shouting 'Hello' again with her thick Belgian accent.
"Ah, you must be Demi and Miley! Welcome to America girls!" She offered Demi her hand, who looked at it plainly at first, before shaking the woman's hand slowly. She was used that when she met someone, she would give them three kisses on the cheek. She soon brushed it off, shaking hands with the man and then the boy, which lasted noticeably longer than the other two. A slight blush crept onto her cheeks as she stepped away from him.
She winced slightly as Miley jammed her elbow into her side. She shot a look at her friend, who just wriggled her eyebrows at her. She growled and pushed her, making her stumble against her suitcase. But she knew Miley had good reflexes, so she wasn't worried about her friend falling over.
"Ja, dankje voor dat!(16*)" She straightened her sweatshirt and glared at Demi. "Ik heb het altijd al leuk gevonden om over een koffer te flikkeren. Nu is m'n leven echt compleet!(17*)" She added dramatically, pushing Demi slightly.
"Hmmm." Demi just muttered, grabbing onto her own suitcase and following the man, woman and boy as they made their way through the still chaotic crowd. She jumped slightly, placing her blue book bag higher onto her shoulder as she walked.
"We are so glad that you're finally here. And we hope you have a great school year." The woman smiled at them as they exited the airport, then stopping as her husband looked around him, trying to locate their car. "You didn't forget where you parked the car, right?" She sighed as her husband stayed quiet, still looking around. "Unbelievable." She muttered, looking at her son. "Joe? Where did your dad park the car?" Her son pointed to his left and she grabbed her husband's arm, taking him into that direction.
Miley took a glance back at the main building of the airport, her gray eyes having a look of longing into them. "Kunnen we echt ni-(17*)" She was cut of short when Demi gave her a glare. "Sorry." She huffed, keeping silent till they reached a black car. The man opened the trunk while the boy heaved their suitcases inside, muttering something about them being heavy as hell. He quickly got scolded by his mother for his language, which made a smile appear on Miley's face for the first time in days.
"Did I see a smile?"
She shook out of it, her smile disappearing again. "Wat?(*)" She looked at Demi, who was looking smugly at her.
"Je glimlachte.(18*)" Her grin only spread wider when Miley huffed and opened the cardoor to get inside. She followed Miley when she saw that he boy also get into the backseat. She closed the cardoor behind her, being now squeezed in between it and Miley, as she tried to stay as far as possible from the boy. "Hij zal echt niks doen.(19*)" She whispered, receiving an angry look from Miley. "Wat? Ik zeg het alleen maar.(20*)" She shrugged when she saw Miley take her iPod and headphones from her black and hot pink book bag.
"So Demi," Denise, as Demi now knew, turned around in her seat, looking at her. "What do you think of America so far?"
Demi looked out the window before looking back at her. "Well," She started, trying hard to not let her Belgian accent come through too much. "From what I've seen so far, it looks so different then Belgium. And it's a lot warmer." To prove her point she shrugged her jacket off, leaving her in just a short sleeved, black t-shirt.
"You won't be needing any long sleeved things here for a long time, it's always hot here in the summer." Denise smiled before she turned around again. If she had not done that she wouldn't have missed the look that the girl shot to Miley, pain in her eyes. But she quickly looked away as she saw the boy on the other side of the car stare at her. She quickly took her phone from her jeans pocket and turning it on, making a new text message that she could send to her parents.
"So, you're both fifteen, am I right?" Denise's husband, Paul, took a quickly glance in his rearview mirror before looking back to the road ahead of them.
"No, I am fifteen, Miley just turned sixteen a few weeks ago." She could feel Miley's eyes on her, as if she knew she was talking about her. "I'm turning sixteen this May, I'm pretty psyched about it too."
To give me all your love is all I ever had,
'cause what you don't understand is.
I hope you like the first chapter of my new story. It looks like they're from the Netherlands, but that is because I don't really know how Flemish people speak, they use mostly Dutch words, but also some other things, and I don't know any of them. :)
(*): 'What'
(2*): 'You don't have to be so bitchy! That woman was only friendly.'
(3*): 'What now?'
(4*): 'give back.'
(5*): 'So you can ignore me out even more? Miley, there's a reason why your parents are sending you abroad!'
(6*): 'They don't want you to cut yourself off all the way, and I think they're right. Next you'll start acting like you don't even know me!'
(7*): 'That's not going to happen.'
(8*); 'I don't get why my parents think I get more social because of this. I can't even talk to them in my own language, and they're probably a bunch of preps.'
(8*): 'What kind of name for a city is Wycoff anyway, and why New Jersey? Couldn't we have gone to LA or something?'
(10*): 'No we couldn't.'
(11*): 'But you can go sit and whine, then I'll be having fun. It's as if you have never even known the word. You've changed Miley, and not in a good way.'
(12*): 'And now, miss 'I can't wait till we land.'?'
(13*): 'I told you everything would be alright.'
(14*): 'Yes, do that! Then they'll think you're some kind of weirdo.'
(15*): 'Demi, act normal for god's sake.'
(16*): 'Yes, thank you for that!'
(17*): 'I've always liked it to fall over a suitcase. Now my life's really complete!'
(18*): 'You smiled.'
(19*): 'He won't do anything.'
(20*): 'What, I'm only saying.'