I Love You
Chapter-4-Running Away
Harry woke up with the sun pouring in through his window. "POTTER!" Vernon shouted. "GET DOWN HERE!"
Harry groaned and got out of bed. "Yes, Vernon?" he said with a yawn.
"Here," Vernon threw Harry a stack of letters mailed to him by owls. "And if I see one more owl I will beat you black and blue!"
Harry took the letters and went back to his room. He began to flip through them and throwing them away as he saw they were from the girls at Hogwarts. And most were form Marigold. "Trash," he said to himself. "Trash, trash, trash, trash."
"Harry? You there?"
Harry walked over to the voice. "Hey, Ron," he said to the mirror. "What is it?" Ron was about to talk but Harry already knew what he was going to say, "Yes, I got the letters and no, I'm not going out with ANY of them."
"Harry-"
"Look Ron. I promise you, I will find the girl of my dreams at Hogwarts this year. Even if it is Marigold Twit. Will that make you shut up?"
Within fifteen minutes a yellow cab was in front of Faith's house. She threw her only bag into he seat next to her and said to the driver, "Kennedy Airport."
"Right away," said the driver. Faith looked up when he heard his accent but quickly looked back down.
"How much will that be?" she asked
"Uh, to Kennedy?" said the driver. "That'll be twenty-two dollars and six cents, lasie."
"Do you take checks?"
"Yes, I do."
Faith began writing out the check. She forged her father's name on it. Something Kevin had showed her how to do. Pops taught her how and when to fight. Boy, was she going to miss them.
"So where are you going, lass?" asked the driver.
"Oh," Faith thought. "Out of the country."
"That should be fun. This your first time?"
"Yeah." Faith really wanted to change the subject so she asked, "Where ya from?"
"Oh, I'm from Ireland, lassie. But me family moved when I was only a year old to London," he explained.
"You never got the accent?"
He laughed. "The accents in me blood, lass. Something you can't take away."
Faith nodded. "Why did you move to London."
"Eh? Oh, to go to a different school. I will never forget my seven years there. Best place ever."
"Seven years? What school was that?"
Faith didn't think he had heard her because he asked then, "What's your name then, lassie?"
"Uh, Faith, sir. Faith Green."
He nodded in approvement. "Me name is Stan. Stan Nats."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "You realize that your last name is your first name spelled backwards, right?"
Stan laughed. "O' course. People like me have strange names like that."
"People like you?"
They stopped at a red light. Stan turned to look at Faith. He seemed very young to Faith. She wondered if he was married. "Don't you ever smile, lass?" Faith shook her head. "Well, why not?" Faith didn't answer. She didn't know how to do a lot of things. "Here, like this. . . " Stan's lips spread apart. Faith copied him. She felt her lips get bigger, and then a little bigger. Stan laughed. "There you go, lassie. You have a beautiful smile." He laughed again before driving. Faith wished she had a mirror now.
When Faith saw airplanes closer she looked out her window for a better look. But after seeing one take off, she pulled her head back in. "Ever been on a plane now, Faith?" Stan asked her. Faith shook her head. Stan smiled. "You'll be fine. My first plane ride was here on my way to America."
"When did you move here?" Faith asked.
"Almost sixteen years ago."
"Why?"
"Don't worry about that. Here we are. Do you need help with your bags?"
"No thanks!" Faith shouted. She threw the check in the front seat and took off running.
Before going any further, Faith sat down and began to apply some make up to her face to make herself look older. When she was done she walked over to the line that had a sign over it. "International."
She didn't like the looks she was getting from older men. She made a mental note to go to the bathroom and get this stuff off. "I can help the next person," said a woman's voice. Faith walked up to her. "Name please."
"Fa- uh- I mean, Joe Green." She gave the woman her fathers name.
"Hmm, hmm," said the woman. "Are you paying for this right now?"
"Yes."
"Place?"
"Anywhere out of the country as soon as possible," Faith told her.
"Canada?"
"Farther."
The woman looked at Faith. She had long black hair and dark blue eyes that made her look evil. "Running away, are we?"
"No," Faith answered quickly.
The woman just smiled and went back to her computer. "Well," she began again. "There are two seats open for Spain and one for London."
"London," Faith answered. "I don't speak Spanish. Will you take a check?"
The woman nodded. She gave Faith her ticket and Faith quickly threw the check at her and left. As soon as Faith saw gate B2, she left her stuff to go to the bathroom and take off her make up. When she was done with that she went to the book store and picked up a book on London's history. As far as being good at running went, being good at history went even further. Faith could remember any date you threw at her.
As she was paying for that one another book caught her eye. One right next to the cash register. A black book bound in leather with gold pages. She picked it up and flipped through it. The pages were blank.
"Excuse me," she said to the young man who ran the register.
"Yes?" said the brunet.
"How much is this?" Faith held out the book.
The boy took it and examined it closely. "It's not our book. You sure it's not yours?" He gave her her change.
"I-Oh! Right I'm sorry, this is my. . .well it's mine. Hea hea. Thanks." Faith took both books and left.
"What smells?" she heard the woman behind her say.
Faith blushed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a perfume bottle and began spraying the scent all over her. She went back to her seat then, put the black book in her bag and began to read the other with her body stretched out on three seats.
About an hour later Faith heard, "Flight to London, England is now boarding. Flight to London, England is now boarding."
She put her book away and handed in her ticket. This was it. She was running away and never going back to her past.
Chapter-4-Running Away
Harry woke up with the sun pouring in through his window. "POTTER!" Vernon shouted. "GET DOWN HERE!"
Harry groaned and got out of bed. "Yes, Vernon?" he said with a yawn.
"Here," Vernon threw Harry a stack of letters mailed to him by owls. "And if I see one more owl I will beat you black and blue!"
Harry took the letters and went back to his room. He began to flip through them and throwing them away as he saw they were from the girls at Hogwarts. And most were form Marigold. "Trash," he said to himself. "Trash, trash, trash, trash."
"Harry? You there?"
Harry walked over to the voice. "Hey, Ron," he said to the mirror. "What is it?" Ron was about to talk but Harry already knew what he was going to say, "Yes, I got the letters and no, I'm not going out with ANY of them."
"Harry-"
"Look Ron. I promise you, I will find the girl of my dreams at Hogwarts this year. Even if it is Marigold Twit. Will that make you shut up?"
Within fifteen minutes a yellow cab was in front of Faith's house. She threw her only bag into he seat next to her and said to the driver, "Kennedy Airport."
"Right away," said the driver. Faith looked up when he heard his accent but quickly looked back down.
"How much will that be?" she asked
"Uh, to Kennedy?" said the driver. "That'll be twenty-two dollars and six cents, lasie."
"Do you take checks?"
"Yes, I do."
Faith began writing out the check. She forged her father's name on it. Something Kevin had showed her how to do. Pops taught her how and when to fight. Boy, was she going to miss them.
"So where are you going, lass?" asked the driver.
"Oh," Faith thought. "Out of the country."
"That should be fun. This your first time?"
"Yeah." Faith really wanted to change the subject so she asked, "Where ya from?"
"Oh, I'm from Ireland, lassie. But me family moved when I was only a year old to London," he explained.
"You never got the accent?"
He laughed. "The accents in me blood, lass. Something you can't take away."
Faith nodded. "Why did you move to London."
"Eh? Oh, to go to a different school. I will never forget my seven years there. Best place ever."
"Seven years? What school was that?"
Faith didn't think he had heard her because he asked then, "What's your name then, lassie?"
"Uh, Faith, sir. Faith Green."
He nodded in approvement. "Me name is Stan. Stan Nats."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "You realize that your last name is your first name spelled backwards, right?"
Stan laughed. "O' course. People like me have strange names like that."
"People like you?"
They stopped at a red light. Stan turned to look at Faith. He seemed very young to Faith. She wondered if he was married. "Don't you ever smile, lass?" Faith shook her head. "Well, why not?" Faith didn't answer. She didn't know how to do a lot of things. "Here, like this. . . " Stan's lips spread apart. Faith copied him. She felt her lips get bigger, and then a little bigger. Stan laughed. "There you go, lassie. You have a beautiful smile." He laughed again before driving. Faith wished she had a mirror now.
When Faith saw airplanes closer she looked out her window for a better look. But after seeing one take off, she pulled her head back in. "Ever been on a plane now, Faith?" Stan asked her. Faith shook her head. Stan smiled. "You'll be fine. My first plane ride was here on my way to America."
"When did you move here?" Faith asked.
"Almost sixteen years ago."
"Why?"
"Don't worry about that. Here we are. Do you need help with your bags?"
"No thanks!" Faith shouted. She threw the check in the front seat and took off running.
Before going any further, Faith sat down and began to apply some make up to her face to make herself look older. When she was done she walked over to the line that had a sign over it. "International."
She didn't like the looks she was getting from older men. She made a mental note to go to the bathroom and get this stuff off. "I can help the next person," said a woman's voice. Faith walked up to her. "Name please."
"Fa- uh- I mean, Joe Green." She gave the woman her fathers name.
"Hmm, hmm," said the woman. "Are you paying for this right now?"
"Yes."
"Place?"
"Anywhere out of the country as soon as possible," Faith told her.
"Canada?"
"Farther."
The woman looked at Faith. She had long black hair and dark blue eyes that made her look evil. "Running away, are we?"
"No," Faith answered quickly.
The woman just smiled and went back to her computer. "Well," she began again. "There are two seats open for Spain and one for London."
"London," Faith answered. "I don't speak Spanish. Will you take a check?"
The woman nodded. She gave Faith her ticket and Faith quickly threw the check at her and left. As soon as Faith saw gate B2, she left her stuff to go to the bathroom and take off her make up. When she was done with that she went to the book store and picked up a book on London's history. As far as being good at running went, being good at history went even further. Faith could remember any date you threw at her.
As she was paying for that one another book caught her eye. One right next to the cash register. A black book bound in leather with gold pages. She picked it up and flipped through it. The pages were blank.
"Excuse me," she said to the young man who ran the register.
"Yes?" said the brunet.
"How much is this?" Faith held out the book.
The boy took it and examined it closely. "It's not our book. You sure it's not yours?" He gave her her change.
"I-Oh! Right I'm sorry, this is my. . .well it's mine. Hea hea. Thanks." Faith took both books and left.
"What smells?" she heard the woman behind her say.
Faith blushed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a perfume bottle and began spraying the scent all over her. She went back to her seat then, put the black book in her bag and began to read the other with her body stretched out on three seats.
About an hour later Faith heard, "Flight to London, England is now boarding. Flight to London, England is now boarding."
She put her book away and handed in her ticket. This was it. She was running away and never going back to her past.