Tabbitha arrived at the airport, and hid herself behind the trees. When the time was right, she ran from tree to tree, her eyes cautiously stalking the workers. As as soon as no one was looking, she climbed over the wooden fence, and--risking it all-- she ran across the open lot to the closest airplane. Her feet began to lose feeling, as she was very weak, but she knew if she stopped she would be found, and only the worst would happen from there. She stopped (gasping for air) behind the first airplane she saw; a small white airplane with a blue streak across it.
She waited behind the massive wheels for quite some time until the passengers began arriving for the flight. A row of people, people of all sizes, walked across the lot. She watched for just the right time to get on the plane. But how would she do it? She watched the strangers load onto the plane, when she spotted a particularly large man waddle down to the stairs. He got on the line and set down all of his luggage he was carrying.
Tabbitha knew she could easily hide behind him and his piles of luggage, so she ran to him and ducked below his cases. It was no suprise the man had not noticed her, there was no way he could see over all of his luggage. She slipped past the guards and the ticket takers, and followed the man to his seat. She sat down and allowed him to throw all of his bags on her. (He still did not know she was there). She had no idea where she was headed to, but as long as she wasnt where she is now she was happy with it.
About one half hour into the flight, the man sat up a bit, and looked around suspiciously. it seemed like he didnt want anyone to see whathe was going to do. When he was sure no one was looking, he sank low into his seat and pulled a newspaper out of his pocket, and began reading it. 'What's the big deal? It's just a newspaper.. Maybe he's paranoid?' Tabbitha wondered to herself. He was a hairy old man, he had a long beard and huge hairy arms, and his Red shirt was poorly tucked into his pants. Tabbitha stood as still as a rock, hardly breathing. She was terrified of the thoughts of the man noticing her, she knew he would scream and report her. She could NOT let this happen.
Tabbitha shifted her eyes to his newspaper. She could not see any articles or words, all of the man's cases were blocking her view; but she could see a picture of a young girl with long brown hair. She looked soaked and bruised, and very upset. Then Tabbitha noticed the very end of the girls hair was red. 'Could it be?' She peered at the picture. IT WAS HER!
Tabbitha was shocked. She didn't have to worry about moving anymore, she was frozen into her seat. Had her abusive, non-loving parents really cared to send out a search party for her? Had the whole situation become so big that she was labeled a 'Missing Child'? That must have been it. Tabbitha felt a heavy pit of guilt sinking low in her heart. This whole time, she did not think her parents cared at all about her... it sure seemed that way.
Tabbitha could feel sweat dripping down her head, and her jaw dropped at the sight; The picture moved. Rain began to fall her her hair began to blow in the wind, and you could see tears falling from her face. Tabbitha was convinced now she was going insane. She could not hold it back any longer... She sat up, knocked some of the mans luggage over and screamed.
She waited behind the massive wheels for quite some time until the passengers began arriving for the flight. A row of people, people of all sizes, walked across the lot. She watched for just the right time to get on the plane. But how would she do it? She watched the strangers load onto the plane, when she spotted a particularly large man waddle down to the stairs. He got on the line and set down all of his luggage he was carrying.
Tabbitha knew she could easily hide behind him and his piles of luggage, so she ran to him and ducked below his cases. It was no suprise the man had not noticed her, there was no way he could see over all of his luggage. She slipped past the guards and the ticket takers, and followed the man to his seat. She sat down and allowed him to throw all of his bags on her. (He still did not know she was there). She had no idea where she was headed to, but as long as she wasnt where she is now she was happy with it.
About one half hour into the flight, the man sat up a bit, and looked around suspiciously. it seemed like he didnt want anyone to see whathe was going to do. When he was sure no one was looking, he sank low into his seat and pulled a newspaper out of his pocket, and began reading it. 'What's the big deal? It's just a newspaper.. Maybe he's paranoid?' Tabbitha wondered to herself. He was a hairy old man, he had a long beard and huge hairy arms, and his Red shirt was poorly tucked into his pants. Tabbitha stood as still as a rock, hardly breathing. She was terrified of the thoughts of the man noticing her, she knew he would scream and report her. She could NOT let this happen.
Tabbitha shifted her eyes to his newspaper. She could not see any articles or words, all of the man's cases were blocking her view; but she could see a picture of a young girl with long brown hair. She looked soaked and bruised, and very upset. Then Tabbitha noticed the very end of the girls hair was red. 'Could it be?' She peered at the picture. IT WAS HER!
Tabbitha was shocked. She didn't have to worry about moving anymore, she was frozen into her seat. Had her abusive, non-loving parents really cared to send out a search party for her? Had the whole situation become so big that she was labeled a 'Missing Child'? That must have been it. Tabbitha felt a heavy pit of guilt sinking low in her heart. This whole time, she did not think her parents cared at all about her... it sure seemed that way.
Tabbitha could feel sweat dripping down her head, and her jaw dropped at the sight; The picture moved. Rain began to fall her her hair began to blow in the wind, and you could see tears falling from her face. Tabbitha was convinced now she was going insane. She could not hold it back any longer... She sat up, knocked some of the mans luggage over and screamed.