Two Days Later
I boarded the plane reluctently and followed my dad to our seats. *At least I get to take Dusty with me.* I thought. I sat down and pulled out a book from my little backpack. *Like IÕm gonna get much reading done.* I had never flown in a plane before but I hate heights, so I know I wasnÕt going to enjoy this.
ÒRelax honey.Ó my dad said ÒI think you will find flying a very nice way to travel.Ó ÒYeah, sure. I highly doubt it.Ó I opened the book and started reading, maybe if I was lost in a book I wouldnÕt notice the flight.
An hour later I looked up from the book, still twenty minutes to go. I put the book away and started playing with my hair. I found myself wondering: What if I like it there? I wonder if the people here are as nice as they are in California. Could the boys here possibly be cuter than the ones I know? I read an article somewhere about the girls always thought the boys from out-of-town where better than the ones in there town.
I glanced up at my father, ÒDoes mom know weÕre coming?Ó ÒNo. I tried to call her last night but the line was busy.Ó he said his eyes shifting nervously. I sighed and brushed a strand of red hair from my face, I knew he was lying. He hadnÕt even tried to call her. I changed the subject...ÓSo whatÕs Keith look like?Ó He replied with a slight shrug ÒHas rust-colored hair. Gray eyes.Ó That was real helpfully. I nodded and turned away, we were ready to land.
Later that day After we got off the plane and checked in at our hotel my dad went straight to work. I decided to take Dusty for a walk, I put on his thick blue leash and left with him. Luckily we had found a hotel that would allow pets. We walked to what I figured was a park and sat by the fountain for a few moments. It was getting dark but I didnÕt really think about it at that time. Suddenly Dusty barked and yanked the leash out of my hand. I jumped up and followed him, I hadnÕt heard anything or seen anything, but he must have. I heard a voice say ÒHey!Ó and rounded the corner nervously afraid my new pet had gotten in to trouble. I glanced at the person and my breath caught. It was like I was staring into my own eyes....
AN: IÕm stopping for now. I know itÕs still kind of short. And Thanks Jessica for reviewing.
I boarded the plane reluctently and followed my dad to our seats. *At least I get to take Dusty with me.* I thought. I sat down and pulled out a book from my little backpack. *Like IÕm gonna get much reading done.* I had never flown in a plane before but I hate heights, so I know I wasnÕt going to enjoy this.
ÒRelax honey.Ó my dad said ÒI think you will find flying a very nice way to travel.Ó ÒYeah, sure. I highly doubt it.Ó I opened the book and started reading, maybe if I was lost in a book I wouldnÕt notice the flight.
An hour later I looked up from the book, still twenty minutes to go. I put the book away and started playing with my hair. I found myself wondering: What if I like it there? I wonder if the people here are as nice as they are in California. Could the boys here possibly be cuter than the ones I know? I read an article somewhere about the girls always thought the boys from out-of-town where better than the ones in there town.
I glanced up at my father, ÒDoes mom know weÕre coming?Ó ÒNo. I tried to call her last night but the line was busy.Ó he said his eyes shifting nervously. I sighed and brushed a strand of red hair from my face, I knew he was lying. He hadnÕt even tried to call her. I changed the subject...ÓSo whatÕs Keith look like?Ó He replied with a slight shrug ÒHas rust-colored hair. Gray eyes.Ó That was real helpfully. I nodded and turned away, we were ready to land.
Later that day After we got off the plane and checked in at our hotel my dad went straight to work. I decided to take Dusty for a walk, I put on his thick blue leash and left with him. Luckily we had found a hotel that would allow pets. We walked to what I figured was a park and sat by the fountain for a few moments. It was getting dark but I didnÕt really think about it at that time. Suddenly Dusty barked and yanked the leash out of my hand. I jumped up and followed him, I hadnÕt heard anything or seen anything, but he must have. I heard a voice say ÒHey!Ó and rounded the corner nervously afraid my new pet had gotten in to trouble. I glanced at the person and my breath caught. It was like I was staring into my own eyes....
AN: IÕm stopping for now. I know itÕs still kind of short. And Thanks Jessica for reviewing.