Chapter 1
A/N
So, I'm back. Hopefully. If this even gets written. I wanted to start writing again, I know I took a long break but school is literally killing me. I was rereading some of my old stories, cringing like crazy, when I suddenly got a good idea. I wanted to write a story about traveling. I don't want to give too much away, but we'll see if it turns out good. Doubt many will read this, but we'll see. Enjoy.
All around me is trembling. People afraid, worried we're going to die. Me, I'm trying to get my headphones to not make my ears fall off while simultaneously trying to pay attention to my movie. As we take off, I hear gasping. Worried little whimpers from grown adults or little kids. I've been on too many airplanes to be scared though, I'm more fascinated at how my stomach dips as we take off. I crane my neck to try to watch the ground get smaller and the clouds become our neighbors. I suddenly feel someone shoving me, trying to move me out of the way
"Tris, move your head. I can't see my movie, you're in the way. And get off of me! You never let me lay on you, so you can't lay on me." I just miss the bird flying next to Caleb's window, which is dangerous but beautiful. I wish I was a bird. "Bea! Get off!"
"Beatrice, get off of your brother please." With a huff, I move back into my own seat just in time to see Starr meet eyes with Khalil. My mother is sitting in front of my brother and I, my father next to her. He's usually the one trying to maintain peace, my mother the one who screams at us when we get too loud. He must be asleep.
"I just wanted to see the view, we're in an airplane. You can watch your movie anytime."
"We're always in airplanes, this is the 10th one this year." He's right, we're in planes more than we're in our house. My parents are diplomats, which doesn't necessarily mean we're always flying but they like to travel as much as they can. We're on our way to Kenya this time, my parents aren't going to take us to tourist traps though; we're going to places only locals know. My dad grew up taking trips all over Africa, so he's almost like a local. My mom met him in Windhoek while she was doing volunteer work. It's safe to say my parents are awesome. My brother and I are US citizens but we never really visit. My parents don't want us to be in a place like the US, they don't think it's a bad place, they say it's just full of people who are close minded and rude. They want us to be open minded and caring, curious and creative. We live in Uganda, so it should only be an hour or so flight. We've lived all over though. We've lived in a few Asian countries, a few in the Caribbean, and a few African countries.
"I know, I know." I nudge him with my shoulder, giving him a little smile. He barely returns it before going back to his movie. My brother and I both are in 8th grade both 12 years old. He's only three minutes older than me, but try telling him that. About an hour later, with only minimum turbulence and tons of tears from seeing Khalil die, we land. Of course everyone claps, which makes my brother and I cringe, but we're overall excited.
"Andrew, Andrew wake up." My dad wakes up slowly before getting up fully to grab our small carry ons. Most of our stuff is in our carry ons, which isn't much at all, so we don't have to wait in baggage claim. Like I said, we travel a lot. After what feels like hours of going through the airport, we finally walk through the doors and into Kenya, officially Nairobi. To pass the time I kick the bottom of my brothers feet, trying to make him trip. It gets on his nerves but it's always funny
"Hey, stop, dad make her stop." He's a big whiner, if you couldn't already tell.
"Kids, stop. Your mom and I are already stressed. Please be good for a little bit ok." I get bored standing around waiting for the car to show up, so I decide to explore. Caleb is reading a book somewhere so there's no way he'd come with me if I were to ask him to come with me. Beside the airport is a beautiful field filled with delicious smelling flowers. I walk around it for a few minutes, looking around and thinking. Nearby I hear squaking, based on the research I did before we left I think it's a horn bill. Or maybe a crow. Or a raven. I've never been good at doing research, that's always been Caleb's thing.
"-RIS! TRIS! BEATRICE!" Nearby I hear screaming, my name being screamed. It must be time to go, or my parents think I was kidnapped. I'm not worried though, my parents are chill. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TRIS? WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR AN HOUR?" Well that's a bit of an exaggeration I've been gone for 20 minutes. "OUR CAR IS GONE, WE HAVE TO WALK TO THE HOTEL NOW!" That's not actually true we can take a bus or hitchhike. "LET'S GO WE'RE ALL HOT AND ANGRY." We end up taking a bus to our hotel where everyone falls asleep angry and tired. I think about the birds that night. And the flowers, which were very pretty. I definitely saw carnations. Maybe some dandelions. I can't wait for tomorrow, my dad and I are definitely going to explore; he loves to explore a place when we first get to one. Hopefully it'll go better than today did.
A/N
Ok so yea this chapter is bad. It's going to get better, this was more of an introduction chapter. I'm honestly not sure what this is going to turn in to, I might not even continue it, so don't get attached. I have ideas…but they're all shit soooo. If you happen to like this pilot chapter, maybe give me some ideas. Because all of mine are terrible. But whatever, maybe I'll come up with some good ones. I like the idea of birds and flowers in the story though. *shrug* whatever. We'll see what happens with this pile of crap of a story.
