A/N Thank you to the one person who reviewed to the last chapter, you are very cool ;D I know the chapters are kinda short but im stll getting used to the whole thing, so pm or review your opinions, would be appreciated ;)
Chapter Two
The car trip to the airport was silent. I had nothing to say to my mother at this point, what kind of mother leaves her sixteen year old daughter alone when she needs her the most? I didn't even say goodbye as I stepped out of the black Mercedes and made my way into the terminal. Jenna had prebooked the ticket and sent the details on to me, so I didn't have to worry about that at least. I glanced at my phone to see the time, 17:02, which meant I still had an hour and 28 minutes left to go before my flight. As I looked at my phone I saw that I had a message, from Puck, surprisingly.
From:Puck
Sry 2 hear that, i guess il b expectin a visit 4rm Finn then, about the baby, il let u no, have nt decided wat i wanna do yet. Take care.
Puck
I sighed, illiterate fool. I took a seat in one of the available gray chairs in the departure waiting room, you know the ones that hurt your back and make your butt numb? Yes them. As soon as I sat down a wave of sickness hit me and I frantically looked around to see if there was a bathroom close by, Cmon Quinn puking in the middle of the airport isn't the best way you could leave Ohio. Finally, a bathroom on the far side of the room came into view. I jogged, trying to look as normal as possible for someone who feels like she wants to puke up a foetus. Reaching the bathroom doort after what felt like an eternity I pushed it open, great, people were in there. I went to the furthest door down that I could find, and went inside. I'm pretty sure I heard a few people say "ew" but at that moment in time I honestly did not give one fuck. I flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth clean, before opening the door and stepping out. "You alright hun?" An elderly woman asked genuinely concerned. Her soft face made me feel like crap, why wouln't my mom be like that with me? I didn't think, however, she needed to know my business, so I just smiled softly and said "Yeah I'm good thanks, just had a bad burito" As usual. I wondered how many bad buritos you could have in a month, I think I might have set a world record. Her "If you're sure, the food here isn't the best" Snapped me out of my thoughts fairly lively. I laughed quietly and made my way over to the sink and mirror area. Looking in the mirror depressed me even more. My blonde hair was in a devestating state, and my eyes were bloodshot and my face was tear stained. Luckily for me, I had brought some makeup with me. I quickly brushed up on my makeup and headed back to wait for my flight to be called.
The whole puking thing had passed a half hour so I went into the brightly coloured and nicely displayed book shop and browsed for a good ten minutes. Finally deciding on a Sara Shepard book, I payed and quickly left.
Before I knew it my flight number was called, I stood up and made my way towatds the gate. Washington, here I come.