This is when Damian won the glee project and returned home. This is what I think would have happened. I got the inspiration for this from my plane ride home from Northern Ireland. Enjoy x
"In a few minutes, we'll be landing in Dublin airport in about ten minutes. Thank you again for flying with flybe, we hope we see you all soon." I have to admit, wedged between an elderly man who is talking to himself about the war and a foreign tourist who is trying to turn his disposable camera on (German? Russian? I don't know) it feels almost normal. Like, what happens in America, stays in America. But it's not normal. My life, my families life, is about to change. And it feels totally awesome.
As we descend, I turn my head to face the window, my messed up hair grazing the chair. The vast green farms below remind me of the barn set I used to have when I was seven. I see cows. Welcome to Ireland. I have to admit, part of me wishes Cam was here. I would pay so much to see his bird nest hair, his glasses that he doesn't even need. I wish I could hear Lindsey rambling on about her one solo, or her life story. I even wish I could be watching the whipped cream fiasco featuring Hannah one more time. Well, that might be crossing the line.
I feel the plane bounce on the pavement, the force plunging me into a state of shock. I gather up my stuff before sliding past the old man ranting about Hitler and making my way to the front. Then, as I take a gander at the world around me, I know I'm home.