Chapter 4

"Lily, time to wake up. We’re at the airport," Oliver whispered softly.

"What?" I asked, lifting my head off his shoulder groggily.

"We’re at the airport sleepy," he replied.

Connor unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door. He stepped into the cool air and stretched out his cramped legs. I rubbed my eyes and checked my dented watch. It was 4:30 in the morning.

"What planes leave this early?" I demanded, unbuckling.

"Ours leaves around noon. We’re just going to go through security to get it over with and then camp out. I’ve got at least a hundred dollars that we can spend at the snack machines," Connor replied.

I grabbed the door handle and pulled it, releasing the door. I leapt out and breathed in the cool air. Oliver followed and shut the sleek door of the Mercedes.

Connor led us through the sliding doors of the airport and across the smooth tile to the counter where we get our baggage checked for weapons.

The service manager lady snatched my bag from my hands as I was handing it to her. She rummaged around for a second and deciding that make-up couldn’t be used as a nuclear weapon, handed it back. She did the same with Oliver’s and Riley’s and actually sniffed Riley’s paints.

"Move on over to the scanning area where we’ll scan you to be sure you’re not carrying anything dangerous," she said in a tired voice.

We obeyed and removed everything metal. I hesitated before taking off my necklace and setting it in the little bin thing.

Riley stepped through the scanner, eyes drooping from lack of sleep. Oliver went next, then me, then Connor. We grabbed our possessions from the bin and put them in our bags for safekeeping or around our fingers or around our necks.

Connor led us over to some seats right next to the vending machine. Riley collapsed into a chair and fell asleep right away. Oliver sat in the chair next to Riley and I settled myself in one a few seats down, knowing how bad Oliver snores but wanting to be near someone I trust. To be honest, Riley isn’t very trustworthy.

I didn’t really feel tired, which was impossible considering how little sleep I’ve gotten. I stared down at my lap and twiddled my thumbs.

"You should get some sleep. It’s a long flight to where we’re going," Connor said, startling me.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Why don’t you guess?" He teased, trying to make up for all the years he had missed since he lived with our father.

"Europe? No, Spain? Could it be Paris? Tell me its Paris!" I begged.

"You got one right out of those three," he replied grinning.

"Is it Spain?" I demanded.

"You’ll see," he said.

"But maybe I want to know now." I said.

"Precisely, maybe. You can wait," he stated, sitting in the chair on my left.

We sat in silence after that. Nobody spoke. It was quiet as a graveyard in the airport. Except for the fact that Oliver’s snores were echoing throughout the whole place.

"Tell me about where you’re taking us," I told Connor, breaking the silence.

"It’s a big country and full of people. It’s probably the most popular country in the world too. You’ll be attending their schools, meeting new people, learning another language even though most speak English, and meeting boys," he replied, nudging me when he said the last part.

"Anything else?" I demanded, wanting him to give more clues, even though he’s already given it away. It’s most likely that we’re moving to Spain.

"There’s beautiful gardens there that would satisfy any girl looking for beauty in her life." He said, nudging me again. I rolled my eyes.

"Anything else I should know?" I demanded.

"You need to get to sleep," he replied as I yawned.

"You don’t need to tell me that," I told him, as I drifted into the land of dreams.

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updated Nov 27 '11 by Brookester