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A chime rung in the background before a man speaks through the speakers in an American accent that sounded a little too cheerful for Lola's liking as she opens her hazelnut colored eyes, waking from her brief, but precious slumber.
"Hello folks! This is your captain speaking! We are to land in Florida in just 5 minutes time. The weather is 18 degrees and its now 6:53pm Eastern Standard Time-" Lola groans and turns her head lazily to the front, her neck aching from the uncomfortable position that she awoke in. Her purple hair touselled wildly infront of her olive-skinned face as Lola stretch her arms, yawning cutely like a napping kitten. Lola then proceed to quickly strighten her attire from its crumpled state; tucking her red "Bezinga!" t-shirt in her skirt, unfolding her piano-patterend suspenders, pushing her pleated black skirt downwards near her knee caps, re-tying her laces on her dark brown boots and putting on her lime green hoodie. Afterwards she lets out a heavy sigh, slumping back on her seat as she stares at her Nikon camara on the floor beneath her. She picks it up, doing a little groan as she reaches down to get it, hitting her head on the little plastic table in the process. She then takes a picture of herself looking excessively cheerful, giving a big thumbs up and a cheeky grin. Lola looks back at it and says scarcastically, "Welcome to Florida."
Just as the pilot predicted, the plane landed 5 minutes later. Lola held onto the sides of her seat as she braced herself for the landing. At this point her father would have held her hand and told her to close her eyes and count to 45. But he wasn't there so she'd have to make do. Lola tightly grasped the warm leather of her seat and closed her eyes and started to count to 45. By the time she reached to 40 the plane had already landed and was now slowly coming to a stand-still. Lola opened her eyes and sighed with relief, releasing her grip on the seat. Now she was in a big, strange, open world, far away from the saftey of her small, polite home; she was in America.
Lola got up from her seat clumsily, nearly forgetting her black Ray Ban sunglasses on the seat next to hers as she scooted out onto the narrow corridor avoiding collision with people scampering to the door. She got out her small bright turcosise rucksack and placed it on her back after hanging her Nikon camara around her neck. After Lola managed to get out of the plane and down the flimsy metal stairs, she inhaled the warm American air and started to walk to the entrance of the airport. After collecting her rather large burgundy suitcase, she looked around, trying to find the exit. She found dozens of people as they walking in single file to get their passports checked, and so Lola deduced that the only way to advance. She gulped, glancing at the armed police next to the security checker.
15 minutes went by and she finally finishes the security checks and heads to the departure section, exhaling heavily as she struggles to put her passport back in its compartment, grunting and cursing silently after being bumped by a tall man in a suit, carrying a newspaper under his arm and a brief case in his hand. Bloody wanker. It was accidental of course, but Lola took slight offense when he didnt apoligise, She wasn't accustomed to the seemingly hostile behaviour of people here. Back at home they would at least say sorry. But being the forgiving creature that she is, Lola brushed it off almost instantly. She was walking along the tredmil-elevator type thing when her phone started ringing, it was Cry. Lola smiled and answered it.
"I see you're still alive." Cry's raspy voice boomed from the telephone.
"Actually, the plane crashed and I'm in a deserted island, bleeding to death." Lola replied sarcastically, gigglng slightly.
"Pity," He chuckles to himself, "So where abouts are ya' Vi?"
"Just coming into the departure section now. Got your little sign ready?"
"Yes, mam." Lola smiles, glancing at the floor. She loved it when he adressed her as mam. It was only occasional but she adored it. Cry would sometimes call her Crumpets, because crumpets are typically British and used it to annoy Lola on a regular basis.
"Alright I'm out now, can you see me?"
"What'cha wearing?" Cry deliberatley deepens his voice to sound creepy. Lola chuckles as she gets the joke.
"I'm the weirdo in the green hoodie." There was a short pause before Cry replied.
"You certainly look cuter than you sound."
"I don't know whether to be flattered or offended by that comment. So where are you, Yank?"
"I'm also the weirdo in the green hoodie, holding a sign that says your name."
Lola looked around for the sign. After a few minutes she finally found it and with it, her friend, Cry.