Chapter 2: Doppelganger
(Santana's POV)
Many years later….
"Santana! Wake up! You're going to miss your flight!" my mom yelled from the stairs. I hate it when she yells in the morning to wake me up but the good thing is I've been awake since five to make sure my things are packed. I've been waiting for this day since junior high. I know I've always wanted to be a lawyer so I'm on my way to one of the best law schools in America.
At exactly seven thirty, we arrived at the airport and before I check myself in I said goodbye to my family.
"I'm going to miss you kiddo" my dad, Dr. Miguel Lopez said and gave me a bone crushing hug which I'm very used to.
My mom, Clarisse, was already in tears, as always. "You take care of yourself there, okay? Make sure you eat on time and don't forget your medicines in case you need them. I'm really going to miss you honey" Typical mom.
Next to hug me is my big brother Marco and his wife Lea, "We're just a phone call away, okay" I nodded. And lastly but definitely not the last, my younger brother Jack.
"No one's going to protect me from those bullies anymore" he whispered as he hugged me.
"If they approach you again, just tell them that your sister knows someone who would love to visit them in their dreams and haunt them forever"
Jack smiled and he understood what I was talking about. So with one final wave, I checked myself in and a few minutes later, I'm boarding the plane going to California.
I looked for my seat and found out that I got the aisle seat. I was really hoping I'd get the window seat because I want to see the view but apparently I didn't. It was a two sitter per row plane and somebody was already sitting on the window seat. I couldn't see the face because of the hoodie the person was wearing. I placed my bags on the top shelf, fixed myself and tapped the shoulders of the person.
"Hi!"
The person didn't even look. I tapped it again.
"Excuse me?"
Still the person didn't look. I'm not a really patient person but I really wanted to trade seats. So I tried one more time hoping this person would notice me this time. When I was about to tap the shoulders, the stewardess approached me.
"Is there any problem miss?"
"Ugh. Ugh. I… I wanted the win…the window seat" What the hell? I stuttered.
"I'm sorry but if it's not in your ticket you we cannot do anything about it. So please take your seat as we are about to board now"
I was pissed but I took my seat. The person next to me still hasn't moved I wonder what his or her problem is. I tried to be comfortable in my seat but I just can't. I keep on changing my position, on purpose, hoping that my seat mate would notice. An hour later, I was getting sleepy so tried to find the most comfortable position and tried to sleep, guess when I wake up we'll be landing already and I won't even see the view. I so hate this person.
(Brittany's POV)
I arrived early than usual so I checked myself in and they let me board the plane. I found my seat by the window and immediately dozed off. I woke up to someone tapping me, I'm pretty sure this girl is just asking to trade seats and honestly, most of the time, I would immediately change seats but today I'm just not in the mood. I just came to Charleston because my friend had his funeral today and now I'm on my way back to California to go back to my life. I hate days like this but apparently it's been a common thing now. Just this year, I attended five funerals of some of the friends I gained throughout the years and I really hate the feeling of being left behind but again there's nothing that I could do about it. The girl sitting beside kept on changing her positions, which I know she's doing on purpose, but I didn't move at all. An hour later, I hear her sleeping and I took the chance to go to the restroom. After a few minutes, I went back to my seat and I just saw Maya, I mean this girl definitely looks like her and I gulped hard. Is this even possible? She had the same brown eyes that I could stare all day and the brunette hair and the lips. I'm in deep shit right now. This cannot be happening to me.