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*Note: Please chapter 1 (Put under stories on accident) and chapter 2 before reading the following chapter.
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Hey Jules,
You know, I never knew how hard it can be to be on a plane for so long. Though I'm sitting on my lazy butt in first class, I'm still eager to get to my dad's house. And I'm not saying this because I want to see him. In fact, that's the last thing I want to do, but I DO want to stroll around town... I'll email you again when I get to my dad's house.
~May
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I sent my email and quietly sat back in my chair. "El Fatso" is asleep again, and the stewardess won't answer my calls, so I really don't have anything entertaining to do. I turned onto my side, then lowered the seat down. *I deserve a little nap,* I thought as I closed my eyes and started to drift off. Suddenly, the intercom turned on and made a loud screeching noise causing me to immediately wake. The screeching noise grew louder, in fact, so loud that even "El Fatso" woke up. Finally, the noise ceased, and the voice of the pilot came out of the intercom.
"Sorry about that," he said in a quiet voice with a British accent, "So, we will be landing in London in a few minutes, so please fasten your seat belts and put your chairs and trays in the upright position. It is now 9:00 am in London, England. We hope you have enjoyed riding with us."
I slowly put all my stuff in my backpack and put my chair up.
*Wonderful, five hours forward,* I thought as I put my backpack over my shoulder.
The landing part of the ride was fine, except for the fact that "El Fatso" was asleep and drooling again. When the plane finally came to a stop the pilot came back onto the intercom, "Welcome to London. Please exit out of the..." I didn't even listen to "The Welcome Speech," I was too excited. I stepped happily into the isle, almost skipping, then I grabbed my bag from the overhead compartment and walked off the plane and on my way to paradise.
I waited outside of the airport, with bags in hand, for what seemed like forever. Finally a black limo pulled up in front, and a butler like man stepped out of the plane from the driver's side and walked up to me.
"Good Morning," said the man in a British accent with just a little bit of of French in his voice, "Welcome to London. I'm so sorry I'm late, I wasn't told I was to pick you up..."
"No prob," I said simply, "So, where's my dad?"
The man shook his head and reached out to take my bag, "I'm sorry, but he could not meet you at the airport. I'm afraid, he was quite busy in a breakfast meeting. He asked me to come drive you to the house."
"Just like dad," I said to myself.
"Did you say something miss?" he asked me curiously. I simply shook my head and tucked my loose hairs from my ponytail behind my ears. The man took my suitcase and helped me take off my backpack. Then he placed them in the trunk and opened the door for me. I, surprised by his gesture, stepped into the limo.
The limo driver then went into the front seat and put the car in gear, then drove off. The man fixed to rear view mirror so he could see me in the reflection, then began to talk.
"We are only fifteen minutes away, so it shouldn't be too long," he said, "Would you like to listen to some music on the way?"
"Yes...," I said, then, remembering my manners I added a polite, "Please." The man nodded, still watching me from the review mirror, and turned on some random techno song I'd never heard of. I rolled down my window and let the wind softly blow on my face as the car rolled down the road. *Oh, now I want to be home again.*
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