"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. We are going to be landing in Heathrow Airport in 30 minutes. Please turn off all electronic devices..."
As the captain droned on and on, I excitedly looked out the window and began squealing at my sister.
"We're here, Aria! Isn't that great? We're finally going to meet our cousins! You think they look like us? Hey, Aria? ARIA!"
She didn't respond until I started shaking her arm. Then she recoiled in surprise with a short 'AGH!' and removed her earbuds, which I hadn't seen. Oh. THAT'S why she didn't yell at me sooner. She put her iPod away and spoke.
"Zenna, they're not REALLY our cousins. They're Dad's friend's kids. Jeez, do your research will ya?"
"I know it's so totally random but still~! EEEE~~~~!" I flapped my hands around in a fashion familiar to everyone who hangs around me often. I was sitting, so I couldn't do the full-body motion.
I'm Zenna Jones, age 14. I'm the younger twin of the two of us. I admit it...I'm not good at schoolwork, but I can cook and clean very well! I'm a true girly girl, and, unlike Aria, I love love LOVE pink. Pinky pinky pink. I'm a city girl, raised in the streets of NYC. Anyways, back to the story!
When we FINALLY arrived at the terminal, we headed towards the luggage carousel to pick up our extra baggage. After finding the black and (no duh) pink bags, we went to check out. Then we waited in the main lobby to look for our 'cousins'.
I saw a tall boy, around our age, maybe older, standing next to two girls, one being glomped (that means hugged unwillingly) by another. The boy was trying to break the two of them apart, but failing. So I stood up on my toes, waved my free arm REEEEAALLLLY high, and yelled "HELLO~~!"
The girl being hugged looked towards us. So did the boy. The other girl, the one doing the embrace, continued.
"Aria," I whispered, "I think I found them."