She was scared, and alone. They were late, and everyone around her was
crying.
She had taken a taxi to get to the airport to wait for them. She took the taxi all alone, and had paid for it all by herself. She had come to the right terminal all by herself, well she did get a 'little' help. And she was sitting alone, drinking a soda, which she bought with her own money which she had earned from her grandmother while she was staying there over the summer while her parents were in Europe. She smiled, sipping her soda, watching a little baby and its mother playing. She sighed inwardly, she couldn't wait until they got off the plane, and came rushing to hug her.
She looked around once again.
People were crying, no, not just people, everything and everyone was crying. All the flights were canceled for hours upon hours. The airport was extremely crowded, with all the delayed flights. And here she sat, somewhat oblivious to the fact of the matter that a plane had crashed, and her parents were on it.
Finally, most people cleared out as the night grew heavy, and they got over the shock of the crash. A flight attendant came and smiled down at the little girl who sat alone, sleeping in the seat, stirring every five minutes to see if the plane had come. "Excuse me," said the woman. "Are you here all alone?"
The little girl rubbed the sleep from her eyes and nodded proudly. "Yea," she said sleepily and yawned. "My mommy and daddy are coming home soon, I'm going to be here to hug them!"
The flight attendant smiled slightly at the little girl who sat before her. Pity and sadness welling up within her. How could anyone ever tell a little, innocent child that they're parents were dead?
Weeks later, the girl was staying at her grandmother's house. Depressed, refusing to eat, or play with any of her friends. Every time she heard a plane over head, she would cry, she would cry for her parents she never got to say goodbye to, because they left before she woke that morning.
She would never be the same, happy child she had once been. She would never talk to a flight attendant again. And most defiantly, she would never, ever let someone she loved on a plane again.
*~*~*~*~ The End of Chapter Two
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She had taken a taxi to get to the airport to wait for them. She took the taxi all alone, and had paid for it all by herself. She had come to the right terminal all by herself, well she did get a 'little' help. And she was sitting alone, drinking a soda, which she bought with her own money which she had earned from her grandmother while she was staying there over the summer while her parents were in Europe. She smiled, sipping her soda, watching a little baby and its mother playing. She sighed inwardly, she couldn't wait until they got off the plane, and came rushing to hug her.
She looked around once again.
People were crying, no, not just people, everything and everyone was crying. All the flights were canceled for hours upon hours. The airport was extremely crowded, with all the delayed flights. And here she sat, somewhat oblivious to the fact of the matter that a plane had crashed, and her parents were on it.
Finally, most people cleared out as the night grew heavy, and they got over the shock of the crash. A flight attendant came and smiled down at the little girl who sat alone, sleeping in the seat, stirring every five minutes to see if the plane had come. "Excuse me," said the woman. "Are you here all alone?"
The little girl rubbed the sleep from her eyes and nodded proudly. "Yea," she said sleepily and yawned. "My mommy and daddy are coming home soon, I'm going to be here to hug them!"
The flight attendant smiled slightly at the little girl who sat before her. Pity and sadness welling up within her. How could anyone ever tell a little, innocent child that they're parents were dead?
Weeks later, the girl was staying at her grandmother's house. Depressed, refusing to eat, or play with any of her friends. Every time she heard a plane over head, she would cry, she would cry for her parents she never got to say goodbye to, because they left before she woke that morning.
She would never be the same, happy child she had once been. She would never talk to a flight attendant again. And most defiantly, she would never, ever let someone she loved on a plane again.
*~*~*~*~ The End of Chapter Two
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