Okay, if Google Docs makes all the text bold ONE MORE TIME- I am going to shoot something.
Anywho, this is a fanfic that is centered around Riley and her family from my other Caster Chronicles story "Meet The Ravenwoods". I really hope you guys like this!

P.S. on another note- Macon on his first day of being a caster and walking into sunlight. Singing the "American Dad" theme song. Think about it.

Chapter One-

Thank you for choosing AirTrain- and Akron-canton Airport: A Better Way To Go.

A low ding was heard across the plane.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait until the seatbelt signs above your seat are off before getting out of your seat and grabbing your belongings. If any of you are connecting to the Denver 1 A.M. flight, please remain in the terminal right next to the exit- you will be boarding the same plane. Again, thank you for choosing AirTran and Canton-Akron Airport."
"Wake up Uncle M." mumbled Ridley, nudging Lena with her elbow.
"He fell asleep?"
"What?" said Macon drowsily, his plush seat reclining upward so his bright green eyes met hers.
"Nothing." both of them said in unison.

Better not irritate Old Man Ravenwood after his nap kelted Ridley, a smirk coming to her face.

You can say that again, cuz.

They quickly exited the plane, since the only carry-on they had was Ridley's and Lena's purses.
The trio quickly took a few escalators down from the terminal to the baggage claim, the shrill siren screeching and blinking yellow as the bags scrolled out uniformly.

Lena watched as a dirty red suitcase was picked up from a man who looked like he had biked through a swamp near Gatlin on his way to the airport. He quickly grabbed a pair of jeans from his overflowing backpack -how he fit it under the seats on the plane, Lena would never know- and proceeded to put them over his sport shorts, and grabbed a dark grey hoodie from the book bag as well that read "JUST DO IT." with the Nike logo in neon green.
Two purple suitcases came out next, as a woman in high-heeled leather boots, a business outfit, and her blonde hair in a bun. She looked like a professor at some Ivy-League school, or a very important businesswoman.
From a family returning from Disney World, to a professional nature photographer, Lena enjoyed her little game. She never really knew how much one's luggage said about oneself. She eagerly awaited the new suitcases coming out on the conveyor belt.

A big black leather suitcase with shining silver zippers. Not very detailed- but it probably had very nice interior and also probably costed a fortune. Macon instantly grabbed it by the handle. Her Uncle. Not too much of a standout, but if you looked really closely, he was full of pride in himself.

The next was a maroon/pomegranate color, with a pattern of gold abstract swirls, and the border of black seams and zippers. Ridley instantly went for it, simultaneously pulling out the extendable handle as her uncle did the same with his. Her cousin, Elegant and chic.

Lastly, a plain black suitcase. All black- wheels, handle, fabric, and zippers. Something anyone could find at Target if they accidentally overpacked and needed something to put their souvenirs in to they didn't go over the weight limit and had to pay fifty bucks. Herself. Normal and ordinary the caster world- not so much. She grabbed hers, popped the handle, and walked with her family.

Macon could already imagine the thoughts of 'oh, how sweet! A loving grandfather taking his grandkids on a trip!' coming to the minds of the people in the airport. He shook his head. Damn mortals and their handy methods of transportation.

The two sets of automatic doors opened to the chill of the crisp night air.
A sleek black Cadillac was right in front of them, the doors wide opens, and the trunk popped open. Lena gulped. Did her cousin or uncle use their powers in front of mortals? Her nervously looked at her uncle. A pair of car keys were his his hands and he shoved the suitcases into the trunk. She sighed with relief. She at least wanted to get where they were going before they blew their own cover by mistake. She grabbed her purse, and climbed into the back seat, putting her head against one window and her feets against the other.

Ridley instantly found an audio jack and plugged her iPhone in, flicking through her playlists.
"How about my night drive list-" she said to herself "M83-" she mumbled, as loud electro/pop style music blasted through the speakers. Lena knew this song. "Midnight City" by M83. She loved this song- especially when driving in the dark. Macon didn't protest. He probably needed some loud music to keep him awake at this hour.

After a few minutes, they were blessed with a beautiful view of the midnight skyline. She pointed out the buildings to herself- The Key Tower, Progressive Field, Browns Stadium, The Rock N' Roll Hall of Fame- all black silhouettes decorates in small specks of multicolored lights. Some blinking, some constantly lit, others moving with traffic. Gatlin was nothing like this. Cleveland was once up there with New York, Boston, and Chicago, but alas- no longer, but it was slowly starting to regain it's title.
The skyline of the city was quickly blocked by the looming shapes of trees along the almost deserted highway, which later revealed seedy neighborhoods and then back to silent woods.

The yellow-orange haze of the symmetrical streetlights on the highway caused her eyes to flutter, and before she could realize it- she was asleep.

I just wrote this in, like- twenty minutes.

Reviews are greatly appreciated- I need to know either I'm just REALLY tired...or my writing has hit a high point on the greatness-scale.