Disclaimer: If by any chance you thought I owned harry potter
this is up to tell you that YOU THOUGHT WRONG
In dedication to my first reviewer Captein Amelia and my best friend Hp- charmed obsessed. Who wrote a really good story called Don't let me get me. Read it, it is 10x better then mine.
The road to somewhere
"We have to go now, wake up" I said to my friend Andra I was getting so frustrated that Andra would not get up. Suddenly I took a moment to look at my friend.
Her hands were stroking her cheek as if trying to caress a wound. Yet she was not getting up. "Andra it is soooo time to get up." Still Andra did not move I was getting so tired of waiting for her to wake. That is so it, that girl is waking up now!
Impatience made me scream "WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Finally my efforts were rewarded. I was very satisfied to see Andra sit up suddenly. My scream had attracted the attention of what was left of the people on the airplane.
They all curiously clustered around me, and I thought how funny it must be to wake up and be surrounded by people. "Ielle, what's going on" Andra asked me with no hint of grogginess or any of the after effects of sleeping in her voice, just nervousness.
Most of the people saw that obviously everyone was ok and they began to leave Andra and me alone. One lady remained she smiled at us and asked if everything was all right as her eyes traveled to the Harry Potter book that Andra was holding, and then up to her face where her eyes rested on her right cheek. Her eyes widened as if in surprise. We nodded at her question and it seemed to satisfy her.
"Where are your parents?" Andra asked me. "They went to the hotel with our stuff and we are supposedly supposed to find the tour guide and have fun exploring." "That should not be to hard," said the smiling lady in a British accent, "Why do you know who it is?" I asked eagerly I hated the seeking game that I had to play to find tour guides.
"I am that tour guide" she answered cheerfully. "Come this way," she said pointing to the outside of the plane. She walked briskly out of the plane and I followed quickly with Andra right behind me.
The lady was walking and mumbling to herself. "Ielle" said Andra in a whisper of a voice "You do not suppose that women is insane? Do you"? "Oh come on Andra you talk to yourself all the time" I said with a groan, "Yea, but I most certainly do not answer myself!"
It was true that lady seemed to be arguing with herself, "Miss where are we going?" I asked the lady. "Oh call me Joanne, and it is a surprise just know that we are going somewhere" she said.
Suddenly she changed the subject "So, you like Harry Potter?" "The books?" Andra asked, "No the guy, of course the books." Joanne said with a laugh. "No she is not" I said "She loves them she is totally obsessed, she collects posters and dolls, and whatever else she can get her hands on." I said with a laugh.
Andra pouted and said, "It's a totally healthy hobby." "Obsession" I said through a cough. She starred at me with those golden eyes and I bore my golden eyes into hers. We both were in our angry stance and then one thing happened that completely ruined the moment.
We started to hysterically laugh.
"My, what affectionate sisters" Joanne remarked. "Oh where not sisters" I said. Andra pouted and looked down at the ground and I realized I had really hurt her feelings.
"Not by blood anyway" I quickly finished. And success flushed through me as I saw Andra pick her head up and smile. "Where sister of the heart though" said Andra happily.
"Ah, but is the heart not what pumps the blood?" Joanne asked. "True" said Andra thoughtfully. "Then she looked down at her index finger that had a pale scar on it.
"We are sisters of blood either way, said Andra "Or at least blood-sisters I have the scar to prove it" she said and waved her finger in the air
With a laugh I said "Me to." "Here we are" Joanne said as we reached a Mercedes. "I noticed that you look a little tired so why not take a break and drive somewhere in the car.
Andra and I vigorously nodded. As we drove Joanne asked a question that caught me off guard. "Do you believe in magic?" I spoke before Andra could give a naïve little girl answer.
"Of course I do! How else do you explain the Easter bunny, and of course Santa." Andra laughed and remarked "I thought you were Jewish!"
"So you don't," Joanne said seeming disappointed. It was a red light and she turned back and gazed at me sadly, her gaze was so intense that I decided to be serious. "What 13yr. Old dose not believe in magic?" I questioned.
She turned her eyes back on the road and suddenly put her foot on the gas she swerved in and out of traffic. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Somewhere" She answered back.
"Somewhere, how specific" I groaned. I was strangely excited. I hope the road to somewhere led somewhere good.
In dedication to my first reviewer Captein Amelia and my best friend Hp- charmed obsessed. Who wrote a really good story called Don't let me get me. Read it, it is 10x better then mine.
The road to somewhere
"We have to go now, wake up" I said to my friend Andra I was getting so frustrated that Andra would not get up. Suddenly I took a moment to look at my friend.
Her hands were stroking her cheek as if trying to caress a wound. Yet she was not getting up. "Andra it is soooo time to get up." Still Andra did not move I was getting so tired of waiting for her to wake. That is so it, that girl is waking up now!
Impatience made me scream "WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Finally my efforts were rewarded. I was very satisfied to see Andra sit up suddenly. My scream had attracted the attention of what was left of the people on the airplane.
They all curiously clustered around me, and I thought how funny it must be to wake up and be surrounded by people. "Ielle, what's going on" Andra asked me with no hint of grogginess or any of the after effects of sleeping in her voice, just nervousness.
Most of the people saw that obviously everyone was ok and they began to leave Andra and me alone. One lady remained she smiled at us and asked if everything was all right as her eyes traveled to the Harry Potter book that Andra was holding, and then up to her face where her eyes rested on her right cheek. Her eyes widened as if in surprise. We nodded at her question and it seemed to satisfy her.
"Where are your parents?" Andra asked me. "They went to the hotel with our stuff and we are supposedly supposed to find the tour guide and have fun exploring." "That should not be to hard," said the smiling lady in a British accent, "Why do you know who it is?" I asked eagerly I hated the seeking game that I had to play to find tour guides.
"I am that tour guide" she answered cheerfully. "Come this way," she said pointing to the outside of the plane. She walked briskly out of the plane and I followed quickly with Andra right behind me.
The lady was walking and mumbling to herself. "Ielle" said Andra in a whisper of a voice "You do not suppose that women is insane? Do you"? "Oh come on Andra you talk to yourself all the time" I said with a groan, "Yea, but I most certainly do not answer myself!"
It was true that lady seemed to be arguing with herself, "Miss where are we going?" I asked the lady. "Oh call me Joanne, and it is a surprise just know that we are going somewhere" she said.
Suddenly she changed the subject "So, you like Harry Potter?" "The books?" Andra asked, "No the guy, of course the books." Joanne said with a laugh. "No she is not" I said "She loves them she is totally obsessed, she collects posters and dolls, and whatever else she can get her hands on." I said with a laugh.
Andra pouted and said, "It's a totally healthy hobby." "Obsession" I said through a cough. She starred at me with those golden eyes and I bore my golden eyes into hers. We both were in our angry stance and then one thing happened that completely ruined the moment.
We started to hysterically laugh.
"My, what affectionate sisters" Joanne remarked. "Oh where not sisters" I said. Andra pouted and looked down at the ground and I realized I had really hurt her feelings.
"Not by blood anyway" I quickly finished. And success flushed through me as I saw Andra pick her head up and smile. "Where sister of the heart though" said Andra happily.
"Ah, but is the heart not what pumps the blood?" Joanne asked. "True" said Andra thoughtfully. "Then she looked down at her index finger that had a pale scar on it.
"We are sisters of blood either way, said Andra "Or at least blood-sisters I have the scar to prove it" she said and waved her finger in the air
With a laugh I said "Me to." "Here we are" Joanne said as we reached a Mercedes. "I noticed that you look a little tired so why not take a break and drive somewhere in the car.
Andra and I vigorously nodded. As we drove Joanne asked a question that caught me off guard. "Do you believe in magic?" I spoke before Andra could give a naïve little girl answer.
"Of course I do! How else do you explain the Easter bunny, and of course Santa." Andra laughed and remarked "I thought you were Jewish!"
"So you don't," Joanne said seeming disappointed. It was a red light and she turned back and gazed at me sadly, her gaze was so intense that I decided to be serious. "What 13yr. Old dose not believe in magic?" I questioned.
She turned her eyes back on the road and suddenly put her foot on the gas she swerved in and out of traffic. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Somewhere" She answered back.
"Somewhere, how specific" I groaned. I was strangely excited. I hope the road to somewhere led somewhere good.