Hey folks, super short chapter here. Its just a filler chapter. My apologies. Let me know what you're thinking about the whole holiday idea. Heads up, I'm Scottish. I have been to England a million and ten times, but never to london. I apologise in advance for anything i say that is wrong. Hope you all enjoy :) please r&r Aimée x
Rachel's P.O.V
I'm sitting on the flight to London with Elizabeth and Ella. Ella, obviously, wanted the window seat, and Elizabeth had to be next to her, so I'm in the isle. Little do they know, I'm petrified of flying.
"Mommy look, theres another air-y-plane!" Ella squeals, she's so excited to go flying.
"Yes Ella, thats full of other people going on their holidays too."
"Rachel, did you see the air-y-plane?" She asks, staring at me with wide, interested eyes. I flash her a weak smile and nod.
"I saw it Ella." A short while later, the captain gives the usual warning, and the plane lurches forward. I try to concentrate to the safety demonstration that the air-hostesses are giving, but its really difficult as the plane just keeps getting faster and faster and faster. I grip onto the arm rests so tightly that my knuckles are completely white I can hear Ella giggling excitedly. I suck on my chewing gum prepared for whats coming next. I gasp, relatively loudly, as the plane is pulled upwards. Elizabeth's hand reaches my own, so I let go of the arm rest and grip tightly onto her instead. I bury my face into her shoulder to avoid her catching the scared tears that have taken residence in my eyes.
"Rachel, its all right. Sweetheart its all right." Elizabeth keeps saying over and over again. Ella catches on too because she puts a hand on my shoulder and says.
"Don't be scared, we're flying!" I force myself to smile for her.
"Yeah, I guess we are." I say. Elizabeth smiles and puts an arm round me.
"I'm proud of you." She whispers and kisses my head.
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"All right Rachel, I need you to stand here and hold Ella with the hand Luggage whilst I collect the suitcases from the luggage carousel, okay?" I nod.
"Sure. See you in a bit." I reply, she nods and heads off for the luggage. "Are you excited Ella? We're in England!" I say, bouncing her around on my hip.
"Yeah! Gramma and Granda!" She squeals.
"Thats right! Isn't that exciting!" I say, in a very over exaggerated tone.
"Yes!" She exclaims. To tell the truth, I'm petrified of meeting Elizabeth's parents, I'm not exactly a normal kid. Oh well.
"Right, thats us." Elizabeth announces as she walks towards us, pushing a luggage cart. "We just have to get through customs now." I place Ella on top of a suitcase on the luggage cart and grab a hold of the hand luggage.
"Well then, lets get going." I say, so we do.
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"Oh my gosh!" I explain as we step out of the airport.
"What is it?" Elizabeth asks me.
"We're in London!" I reply, excitedly. Elizabeth smiles widely.
"I know." She puts a hand out to hail a cab.
"Wow, London really does have weird cabs." I say, frowning at it. Elizabeth laughs.
"Rachel, this is a taxi. A London taxi." She says.
"Silly Rachel." Ella adds, I shrug.
"Its still a cab to me. Its just weird. The driver helps Elizabeth get the luggage into the cab and then we clamber in.
"Where to?" The cabbie asks. Elizabeth gives him the address of our hotel and he heads off. The hotel was about half an hour away, but the drive was enjoyable. I spent the whole drive looking out of the window and marvelling at how different England is. In fact, I barely even notice that we've stopped when we reach the hotel.
"Come on girls, this is us." I hear Elizabeth saying. She pays the driver and then he helps us get our luggage out and on to a hotel luggage trolly. She tips the cab driver and then a near by bell-hop leads us to the desk to check in. Its no time at all before we're settled into our suite. Ella falls asleep almost immediately. Elizabeth heads to the kitchen to make tea.
"Would you like one?" She asks me, in a very, very, very English accent.
"Woah, Mom, you've been here like five minutes and your accent sounds as though you never left!" She laughs.
"You can tease me now, but you wait until the Londoners hear your accent. British people survive with two basic things, sarcasm and tea, you wait and see. Speaking of tea, yay or nay?" I smile at her.
"Definitely yay." She laughs.
"Ah, its affected you already!" She says, making me laugh.