-Chapter Two: OMT HI!-
((This chapter is dedicated to Cabby, since she's feeling very sick. Get well soon!))
I was woken by someone shaking me gently. "Mum?" I mumbled, prying my eyes open. A flight attendant stood over me, smiling.
"You have to get off the plane now, sweetie," she told me. "You're in Toronto!"
A rush of adrenaline poured through me, giving me tingles. I grinned sheepishly at the fact I had called her 'Mum', but brushed it aside as I grabbed my backpack and made a mad dash for the exit. Giving the flight attendant a small wave, I bounded through the tube thingy, and minutes later I was in the airport.
It was HUGE!
For the first time since I left Perth, I was homesick. I wanted my Mum to come and cuddle me, and help me find my bags.
But she wouldn't come.
Determinedly, I decided this was something I had to do. Taking a deep breath, I began to weave my way through the crowds, until I came to the baggage conveyor belt. Several seconds later, my big black suitcase, with sparkly, yet messy handwriting on the side saying 'MIMI BIRCH' and wolf pictures plastered all over it came past. With the help of a lady with a cute baby and a security guard, I was wheeling my suitcase away, and searching for a sign of my online friend.
After half an hour, I had still not found them. Sighing, I despondently dragged my feet over to a bench and sat down, looking around me. What if they had forgotten about me? What if they went to the wrong airport? What if I arrived at the wrong airport? Millions of doubting questions filled my mind, but I shoved them away. I didn't need the negativity right now.
I kept looking around me, hoping to catch a glance of Cabby, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I would have to tell someone. As I got to my feet, I almost jumped out of my skin as a loud voice boomed out of the loudspeaker above my head.
"Could Aztec please come to the service desk!? Aztec?!" I froze. Someone was called Aztec! Pretty cool name! My role play wolf was called Aztec.
Then it hit me.
Cabby was looking for me! She had used my wolf name probably because she knew how much I loved it.
Right, I thought, and adjusting my grip on my suitcase, I made my way to the huge red sign that said 'Service Desk'. A woman peered down at me.
"Can I help you?" she asked in an icy voice. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted by someone behind me.
"Mimi!" A voice shrieked, and I turned around to see a girl, about my age running towards me. My eyes widened as I noted her features: Brown hair, hazel eyes, slim figure, wearing a wolf T-shirt. This could only be on person.
"Cabby!" I yelled, bounding over to her. We were caught up in a fierce hug, before parting, and grinning. Then, we both knew what to say. We had practiced it every day, and had just worked its was into our vocabulary. So, taking a deep breath, we both blurted out a sentence that only we would think was hilarious.
"Oh My Tor! Hi!"
((This chapter is dedicated to Cabby, since she's feeling very sick. Get well soon!))
I was woken by someone shaking me gently. "Mum?" I mumbled, prying my eyes open. A flight attendant stood over me, smiling.
"You have to get off the plane now, sweetie," she told me. "You're in Toronto!"
A rush of adrenaline poured through me, giving me tingles. I grinned sheepishly at the fact I had called her 'Mum', but brushed it aside as I grabbed my backpack and made a mad dash for the exit. Giving the flight attendant a small wave, I bounded through the tube thingy, and minutes later I was in the airport.
It was HUGE!
For the first time since I left Perth, I was homesick. I wanted my Mum to come and cuddle me, and help me find my bags.
But she wouldn't come.
Determinedly, I decided this was something I had to do. Taking a deep breath, I began to weave my way through the crowds, until I came to the baggage conveyor belt. Several seconds later, my big black suitcase, with sparkly, yet messy handwriting on the side saying 'MIMI BIRCH' and wolf pictures plastered all over it came past. With the help of a lady with a cute baby and a security guard, I was wheeling my suitcase away, and searching for a sign of my online friend.
After half an hour, I had still not found them. Sighing, I despondently dragged my feet over to a bench and sat down, looking around me. What if they had forgotten about me? What if they went to the wrong airport? What if I arrived at the wrong airport? Millions of doubting questions filled my mind, but I shoved them away. I didn't need the negativity right now.
I kept looking around me, hoping to catch a glance of Cabby, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I would have to tell someone. As I got to my feet, I almost jumped out of my skin as a loud voice boomed out of the loudspeaker above my head.
"Could Aztec please come to the service desk!? Aztec?!" I froze. Someone was called Aztec! Pretty cool name! My role play wolf was called Aztec.
Then it hit me.
Cabby was looking for me! She had used my wolf name probably because she knew how much I loved it.
Right, I thought, and adjusting my grip on my suitcase, I made my way to the huge red sign that said 'Service Desk'. A woman peered down at me.
"Can I help you?" she asked in an icy voice. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted by someone behind me.
"Mimi!" A voice shrieked, and I turned around to see a girl, about my age running towards me. My eyes widened as I noted her features: Brown hair, hazel eyes, slim figure, wearing a wolf T-shirt. This could only be on person.
"Cabby!" I yelled, bounding over to her. We were caught up in a fierce hug, before parting, and grinning. Then, we both knew what to say. We had practiced it every day, and had just worked its was into our vocabulary. So, taking a deep breath, we both blurted out a sentence that only we would think was hilarious.
"Oh My Tor! Hi!"