Hey, RWL here! This is my first fanfiction and I'm very nervous. Please review, I really need some feedback and would welcome constructive reviews to. So here it goes!*Crosses fingers*
Enjoy Reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Finding Sky, Joss Stirling does. I only own Natalie!
Savants are different, special, that's what my mum used to say. She said we were born to make a difference, born to be with that certain savant. She died because she followed those dreams and I won't make that mistake. Not now, not never. I'm Natalie and the one thing I'm certain of…
Is that I'm not my mother.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock belting out Taylor Swift. I'm not really a fan but it gets me up well enough. The sun is beaming into my cramped room through the gap in the curtains. I glanced at my clock, 5:30, and sighed. If I were to catch my plane I would have to leave now. I heaved myself up and hurried to get ready, I had a long flight ahead of me.
The journey into Johannesburg was slow but eventually I made it to the airport. Boarding the flight was easy. Soon I was waving goodbye to my beloved South Africa. I settled down and prepared myself for the flight. I was on my way.
One day Later...
I slowly walked out of the plane, sluggish and moody from my flight. Let's just say that I don't particularly like flying. After many cheery goodbyes from the hostesses and hosts I am in the main airport. First up, the restroom.
I find the nearest restroom and stare at myself in the mirror. A pale faced girl stares back at me with rumpled ash hair and bags under her eyes. I look like a zombie so I quickly redo my hair and splash my face. The bathroom is suddenly filled with many women so I make my departure. I'm now ready to see my older sister.