(36)Kendall
"Come on!" I groaned impatiently as I wheeled my mom's car into the airport parking lot. Ally's plane was going to leave in just a few minutes, and I had to get to her, now.
Fortunately, I found a vacant spot somewhat near the entrance, and before I had even completely shut the engine off, I was throwing my seatbelt off and opening the door. I didn't even lock the car; I needed to get in the terminal.
As soon as I entered, a huge banner greeted me that said, "Welcome to LAX!" I practically ignored it, and glanced around speedily, looking for any clue on where to go. To my luck, I spotted James, Carlos, and Logan walking around. They looked like they were slowly making their way to where I had just come from.
"GUYS!" I practically screamed, and each one of their heads darted up in shock. "Kendall?" Logan asked in huge surprise. "What on earth are you doing here?"
I had no time to chat, not even to explain. "Where is Ally?" The three of them looked at each other. "Kendall, I told you to tell me if you wanted to switch," Logan continued. "Now there's no one by the phone."
"Katie is," I almost growled. "Now, where is Ally?" Again, they didn't give me the answer that I was looking for. "Come on, Kendall. Don't worry; just calm down."
"Where the hell is Ally, dammit?" I yelled, now, and they all flinched at my loudness. At the same time, they pointed behind them, toward a narrower part of the terminal. "She is heading to the gate, right now," Carlos informed me, quickly.
Without another word, I dashed off into the direction the guys had told me. My eyes darted around in every direction, searching for only one person—Ally.
I prayed as hard as I could that she was still here. Her plane was going to leave very soon, I figured, and just as I bent my head down to look at my watch, I crashed into something very hard, like a speeding bowling ball crashing into lightweight pins.