I walked out my front door, bags in my hand. A car was sitting at the curb waiting for me. The memory of that dream was still fresh in my mind. Oh well, it doesn't matter now. I had to get to work. There was going to be this huge meeting at Germany's house today. My boss wanted me to be there, so here I am getting in a car to the air port. I would much rather take a walk right now then drive to the air port though. Not only would it clear my head, but it would prove that I am not fat. I am so sick of people saying that about me!
The driver drove me to the airport without a word. It is always the same quiet car rides. It was always so boring. When we arrived the plane was waiting for me. The driver handed me my bags. I started to board.
"Have a nice flight, Mr. America." He called. The first thing out of his mouth is always a goodbye.
"Yeah, thanks." I mumbled and boarded the plane. I found a nice seat by the widow and stared out at the moving runway, and soon the clouds. I can't get England out of my mind. It's like he invaded it over night. I groaned and took Texas off to rub my sore eyes. This was going to be a long flight if I can't control my thoughts. Maybe I should just get some sleep… I set Texas on the seat beside me and closed my eyes. Yeah…sleep sounds great right about now.
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okay guys, just to give you a key to the fonts and such, the italics is a dream, normal is live action, and bold is in his journal. i hope you guys like it so far, please review.
