Ch. 2
Tears streamed down the young girl's face as she packed her belongings in her suitcase. She hated it when Daddy was mad at her. She only wanted him to love her. She became angry as she shoved her favorite pair of shoes in her suitcase. With a small smile, she remembered the time her godfather, Elijah, had taken her to buy the shoes.
"Every girl has to have a pair of Converses!" he'd said with a smile.
Now, Ella wiped away tears as she picked up her mobile. Daddy insisted she have it with her so he could always contact her. Sometimes though, like now, she felt like Daddy didn't really love her at all.
Just then, her little phone rang. She noticed it was her best friend, Emma.
"Hullo," she said, trying not to sound like she'd been crying.
"Hey you!" Emma squealed.
"Look, Em, I've got a lot on my mind right now," Ella managed to choke out.
"What's wrong El?" she sounded so concerned.
"Well, let's just say something big happened, and Daddy's sending me to stay with Elijah for a while."
"Well, you shouldn't mind staying with Elijah," Emma said. "After all, he's so nice to you! And he's cute too!"
She laughed to myself. "Em, you know he's my godfather. Besides," she giggled again, "he's ancient!"
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Eleanor, are you ready to go?"
Ella sighed and said into the phone. "I've got to go."
She laughed. "I don't know how your father finds tickets so fast!"
"He's Orlando Bloom!" She giggled and hung up the phone. "Coming Daddy!" The 11-year-old grabbed her bags off her bed and stuffed her mobile in her pocket. She walked out the door of her room. She tried hard not to make eye contact with her father. She hated seeing the anger flicker over his soft brown eyes.
"Here's some pocket money for you," he said, handing his daughter some money.
She mumbled her thanks and the two left for the airport.
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After a silent car ride and an equally silent ride in the plane, Ella climbed down the steps of the plane with the other adults, mostly business men. She was clutching her small carry-on bag and her phone. She pressed a button and the phone turned on. She stumbled inside the strange—although not entirely unfamiliar—airport and smiled as she saw her godfather Elijah waving to her. He stood up from the leather chair and he walked over.
"Ella!" He cried, hugging her in his strong arms, then holding her back at arms length to get a better look. "You've grown so much!" he said, laughing. "I could hardly recognize you. The only thing that was slightly familiar about you was that frown on your face."
"Hullo Elijah," she said as she leaned into him. "I've missed you."
A woman, who'd been sitting over by where Elijah had stood up from, rose and started walking toward them. Ella noticed she had dark, shoulder-length brown hair. As the woman approached them, she also noticed her eyes were a bright green. The woman was smiling, and as she walked closer to Elijah, he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Ella," he said, all smiles, "this is Sarah."
Ella, although shocked that Elijah would bring anyone along to the airport, which used to be their time, tried to regain her composure. This, she had learned from her father. Always be polite, she thought as she forced a smile on her face. "Hullo Sarah," ...extend your hand... "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Sarah smiled and laughed. To Elijah she said, "what a polite little girl!" Then she turned to Ella and said, "It's awesome to meet you Ella." She was so bright, happy, and all too cheerful. Ella sighed to herself. She'd been expecting to cheer up when she arrived to visit Elijah, but it turned out different. He knows this is supposed to be our time, she thought bitterly. But apparently this trip is different.
Tears streamed down the young girl's face as she packed her belongings in her suitcase. She hated it when Daddy was mad at her. She only wanted him to love her. She became angry as she shoved her favorite pair of shoes in her suitcase. With a small smile, she remembered the time her godfather, Elijah, had taken her to buy the shoes.
"Every girl has to have a pair of Converses!" he'd said with a smile.
Now, Ella wiped away tears as she picked up her mobile. Daddy insisted she have it with her so he could always contact her. Sometimes though, like now, she felt like Daddy didn't really love her at all.
Just then, her little phone rang. She noticed it was her best friend, Emma.
"Hullo," she said, trying not to sound like she'd been crying.
"Hey you!" Emma squealed.
"Look, Em, I've got a lot on my mind right now," Ella managed to choke out.
"What's wrong El?" she sounded so concerned.
"Well, let's just say something big happened, and Daddy's sending me to stay with Elijah for a while."
"Well, you shouldn't mind staying with Elijah," Emma said. "After all, he's so nice to you! And he's cute too!"
She laughed to myself. "Em, you know he's my godfather. Besides," she giggled again, "he's ancient!"
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Eleanor, are you ready to go?"
Ella sighed and said into the phone. "I've got to go."
She laughed. "I don't know how your father finds tickets so fast!"
"He's Orlando Bloom!" She giggled and hung up the phone. "Coming Daddy!" The 11-year-old grabbed her bags off her bed and stuffed her mobile in her pocket. She walked out the door of her room. She tried hard not to make eye contact with her father. She hated seeing the anger flicker over his soft brown eyes.
"Here's some pocket money for you," he said, handing his daughter some money.
She mumbled her thanks and the two left for the airport.
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After a silent car ride and an equally silent ride in the plane, Ella climbed down the steps of the plane with the other adults, mostly business men. She was clutching her small carry-on bag and her phone. She pressed a button and the phone turned on. She stumbled inside the strange—although not entirely unfamiliar—airport and smiled as she saw her godfather Elijah waving to her. He stood up from the leather chair and he walked over.
"Ella!" He cried, hugging her in his strong arms, then holding her back at arms length to get a better look. "You've grown so much!" he said, laughing. "I could hardly recognize you. The only thing that was slightly familiar about you was that frown on your face."
"Hullo Elijah," she said as she leaned into him. "I've missed you."
A woman, who'd been sitting over by where Elijah had stood up from, rose and started walking toward them. Ella noticed she had dark, shoulder-length brown hair. As the woman approached them, she also noticed her eyes were a bright green. The woman was smiling, and as she walked closer to Elijah, he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Ella," he said, all smiles, "this is Sarah."
Ella, although shocked that Elijah would bring anyone along to the airport, which used to be their time, tried to regain her composure. This, she had learned from her father. Always be polite, she thought as she forced a smile on her face. "Hullo Sarah," ...extend your hand... "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Sarah smiled and laughed. To Elijah she said, "what a polite little girl!" Then she turned to Ella and said, "It's awesome to meet you Ella." She was so bright, happy, and all too cheerful. Ella sighed to herself. She'd been expecting to cheer up when she arrived to visit Elijah, but it turned out different. He knows this is supposed to be our time, she thought bitterly. But apparently this trip is different.