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Chapter Two: Nice Airplane

Misty had been on the plane for about thirty minutes and was not adjusting to the altitude favorably. She was huddled in a fetal position and trembling horribly. No one sat next to her as the plane was empty, a private jet sent by the family she was to stay with. It was not a fear of heights that caused her behavior but the fact that she was so nervous about meeting the family she was staying with late that evening.

She had expected to board a large plane with many other people who were going to see family, the sights, or something like that. What she did not expect was to find a private jet waiting for her at the airport. She did not expect her name to be called over the intercom to tell her that there might be some turbulence ahead.

Her pale brown hair covered her face, only allowing the smallest hints of her bluish eyes to show through. Taking a deep breath she looked around. Ok, now, this is good. This means that these people have resources. Resources are good. Oh gods, I can't do this. No, I have to. She took in another deep breath, letting it out shakily. That was when she noticed the shelf of movies and the fact that there was a large screen television in front of her. Way to go me, I'm oblivious to just about everything around me.

Reaching over she grabbed the movie The Village, a personal favorite of hers. With still trembling fingers she put the movie in and sat back as it began to play. Suddenly, the plane shook, the turbulence they had expected earlier had come in, startling her. It ended soon, allowing her to return to her movie and enjoy the mystery and everything else of the movie.

Misty jumped slightly, waking up in her seat. She had fallen asleep some time after the third or fourth movie, entering into a cold and dreamless sleep. She looked to her side to see a young man looking at her with a scowl that seemed to be a permanent feature of his face. His hair was dark and seemed to shadow his no-nonsense look. "It's about time. I should have known having an American come to stay with us would be nothing but trouble."

"Come now Robert," a kinder voice rang from behind him. Misty looked past the rather rude boy in front of her to find three others behind him. "She fell asleep during her flight. It was long and started early. She was just tired." The one speaking was a shorter young man with green hair. He was looking at her with kind eyes while next to him a young man with blond hair was looking at her funny. The third, a young man with spiky red hair was rolling his eyes and muttering something about being too nice to women.

She tried to get up but was pulled back down by her seatbelt. She blushed slightly and unhooked herself from the seat. Getting up she noticed that they were flying again and immediately sat back down. The blond and green haired boys exchanged looks of amusement before stepping forward, introducing themselves as Enrique (the blond one) and Oliver (the green haired one). They both seemed rather nice, a very big contrast to their friends, Robert (the rude one) and Johnny (the mumbler).

Misty looked all of them over carefully. Everything about each one of them screamed of wealth and power. That would explain a lot. The private jet, the fancy clothes, and the weird smelling colognes. She sighed slightly at the prospect of spending the next three months with these kind of people. Looking at the movie rack she saw Johnny looking for something to watch and almost screaming when he picked out The Ring. Enrique noticed the look on her face and immediately grabbed the movie from his "friend".

"Johnny, this is far too violent for a young lady such as Miss..." He looked at their guest with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, We've introduced ourselves but never gave you the opportunity to do the same."

With a slight roll of her eyes Misty stood u and offered her hand. "My name is Misty Andelson. It's very nice to meet you all." Enrique took her proffered hand and kissed it lightly before allowing Oliver to do the same. Johnny seemed to scoff at them while Robert busied himself by looking out the window. Mist's cheeks were a slight shade of crimson, carefully hidden behind her hair.

She smiled at them and shook her head. "It's alright. The movie isn't really a favorite of mine but it is in no way scary. I usually just fall asleep watching it." The three attentive boys looked at her simultaneously as Enrique exclaimed "You fall asleep!"

Robert chanced a glance at her and looked her over. She was a bit shorter than Enrique with light brown, almost blond hair that covered her face. She looks rather more like a ghost than a girl, he noted stoically. He wavered at her eyes that seemed to capture the color of the calm ocean. Her skin was as white as could be, comparable to the color of printing paper. He noticed at that moment that her hands were shaking as if she were cold then rolled his eyes. Of corse she would be cold in that outfit, he thought as he looked over the black tank top, bondage pants, and choker she wore. Everything about her screamed Goth. Everything but her personality.

She was shy and obviously a loner, yes. But she had an aura of purpose, of knowing. She was smart and polite. Her appearance was odd to him but she held herself with confidence, not shrinking back for a moment. She was different from other people in many ways, most of them indescribable. And she would be staying at his home for the next three months.

God, what have I gotten myself in to?