It was a long flight back to the United States – thirteen hours. Bambi was lucky enough to get a window seat for the duration of the flight, making it slightly more bearable. Poor Matt was stuck between her and a very talkative old man who spoke bitterly of everything wrong with the world and its youngest generation. Five hours into the flight he finally decided to sleep, much to the relief of the teens next to him.
Matt leaned back in his seat as he uttered a sigh. "If I ever hear 'weapons of mass destruction' again, it'll be too soon."
The brunette beside him chuckled quietly as she nodded in agreement.
He smiled at her as he made himself comfortable in his seat and whispered, "I'm gonna get some shut eye. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night," she wished him with a soft smile.
Another hour passed as Bambi quietly kept to herself. Despite her exhaustion, her mind was racing. This would be the first time she stepped foot in her hometown in three years, but it wasn't for the reason she had hoped. She was here strictly on business to protect herself and the people she cared about.
As she gazed out the window and watched the clouds in the night sky, her mind wandered to her childhood friends. She last spoke to them months ago, and only to cut off communication with them. She knew that they were both going to universities on opposite sides of the nation, though only because she offered to pay their tuitions.
The young woman sighed as she looked up at the stars longingly. She wished that she could contact them and see how they were doing. She knew that it was better to keep her distance, but she missed her friends dearly.
A small smile rose to her lips as old memories began to resurface in her mind.
