Dancing In The Rain
Chapter One
"Bye Allison," My dance crew mumbles sadly. "Don't worry guys, I'll call you as soon as the plane lands," I say to them, trying to lighten the mood." Come on Allie! your taking forever!" Carl says hitting my shoulder with his body as he walks past me. "Brothers, what are you gonna do?" I roll my eyes. Jordan (My best friend) breaks down in tears, "I'm gonna miss you," she cries. She looks at me with sad eyes, "You promise?." "I promise," I say gently linking my pinkie into hers. I say goodbye to the rest of the crew, and by then my dad is telling me to hurry up as well. "I have to go..." I say quietly walking off. "Goodbye.." The crew mumbles sadly again. "Not goodbye...just, as 'see ya later'." I smile slightly. "See ya later." They say in a slighty happier mood. I wave softly, and walk away. I run into my mum who gives them all looks like 'eww'. "Come on Allison, we're gonna miss the plane and it's gonna be all your fault!" She says angrily grabbing my wrist and dragging me into the loading zone. I look back to get a last glimpse of my friends, but they are yanked from sight as i enter the plane.
I watch Ireland sink under the clouds as i chew some gum quietly in my seat. I can't believe I'm actually leaving. It seems like only yesterday i was 7, running around playing. Barbies with Jordan in my tiny house back home. I guess that wasn't yesterday, that was 10 years ago, and now i am an adult. I have to be strong I tell myself. You'll make new friends, heck! maybe you'll get that dream boyfriend you've always wanted. I try to convince myself all these good things about my new life, but i just can't do it. This new life is going to suck. I don't know anyone there, the school is full of rich kids, and i have dorm rooms at my school. Why couldn't my dad just get a new job? ya know, where it's safer? I put my Beats in my ears and listen to music while i watch the clouds move slowly underneath me from the window. After a while off doing this, i start to close my eyes...
"Excuse me....ma'am?" A voice came. "Huh? what?!" I ask frantically walking up from a weird nightmare, oh wait, it wasn't a nightmare, I'm still on his plane. "Can i get you seomthing for dinner?" A flight attendent ask me. "Uh, no I'm fine." I shake my head. "Alright...next meal isn't till breakfast." She warns me before walking away. Honestly, i wasn't hungry. I take my head phones off and put them in carry-on bag. Now all i do is sit and play eye spy with myself. Not many other people are from Ireland on this plane. You can tell, cos' not one of them has asked for a beer yet.
I open and close my window curtains, over and over and over again. I.AM.SO.BORED. everyone is still alseep and it's like 3.A.M. Yeah, i stayed up all night. I press my lips together and blow, so that i sound like a horse. I do this over and over again, cos' it sounds funny. Until my mum wakes up . Uh oh..."Allison! go to bed!" She scolds. I am totally embarrassed, even though nobody is up, i still am blushing madly, and not the good kind of blushing that makes you go cute. No, it's the gross, cherry red blushing, that only happens when you are nervous, or when you're embarrassed. I hide my face in my hands, until i can feel my checks stop blushing. I look up, and turn my window, shhhipp, shooopp, shhhiiip, shhoop.
That's the sound it makes when you put it up and down really fast.
"Attention Passengers!" yet another voice wakes me up from an unexpected nap. "HUH?" I ask rather loudly. Some people laugh at me, and others just look at me stupid. "Ahem, we are landing in Holmes Chapel in about 20 minutes. I hope you had a nice flight!" No way! we're here already? People start talking to each other, and i realize something. I have 20 more minutes of sanity before I completely lose everything that was ever good about my life. Some how this plane has managed to pull alone any last breaths of Ireland with it, and as soon as i step off i will be ridden of them, just like that. "I don't want to go." I say quietly to myself. I look up at the ceiling, as if the answer to my problem will be there. It's not. Just a boring ole' white air plane ceiling. It's got a tiny light on it, and emergency stuff, but that's about it; No answer wating for me
I watch Ireland sink under the clouds as i chew some gum quietly in my seat. I can't believe I'm actually leaving. It seems like only yesterday i was 7, running around playing. Barbies with Jordan in my tiny house back home. I guess that wasn't yesterday, that was 10 years ago, and now i am an adult. I have to be strong I tell myself. You'll make new friends, heck! maybe you'll get that dream boyfriend you've always wanted. I try to convince myself all these good things about my new life, but i just can't do it. This new life is going to suck. I don't know anyone there, the school is full of rich kids, and i have dorm rooms at my school. Why couldn't my dad just get a new job? ya know, where it's safer? I put my Beats in my ears and listen to music while i watch the clouds move slowly underneath me from the window. After a while off doing this, i start to close my eyes...
"Excuse me....ma'am?" A voice came. "Huh? what?!" I ask frantically walking up from a weird nightmare, oh wait, it wasn't a nightmare, I'm still on his plane. "Can i get you seomthing for dinner?" A flight attendent ask me. "Uh, no I'm fine." I shake my head. "Alright...next meal isn't till breakfast." She warns me before walking away. Honestly, i wasn't hungry. I take my head phones off and put them in carry-on bag. Now all i do is sit and play eye spy with myself. Not many other people are from Ireland on this plane. You can tell, cos' not one of them has asked for a beer yet.
I open and close my window curtains, over and over and over again. I.AM.SO.BORED. everyone is still alseep and it's like 3.A.M. Yeah, i stayed up all night. I press my lips together and blow, so that i sound like a horse. I do this over and over again, cos' it sounds funny. Until my mum wakes up . Uh oh..."Allison! go to bed!" She scolds. I am totally embarrassed, even though nobody is up, i still am blushing madly, and not the good kind of blushing that makes you go cute. No, it's the gross, cherry red blushing, that only happens when you are nervous, or when you're embarrassed. I hide my face in my hands, until i can feel my checks stop blushing. I look up, and turn my window, shhhipp, shooopp, shhhiiip, shhoop.
That's the sound it makes when you put it up and down really fast.
"Attention Passengers!" yet another voice wakes me up from an unexpected nap. "HUH?" I ask rather loudly. Some people laugh at me, and others just look at me stupid. "Ahem, we are landing in Holmes Chapel in about 20 minutes. I hope you had a nice flight!" No way! we're here already? People start talking to each other, and i realize something. I have 20 more minutes of sanity before I completely lose everything that was ever good about my life. Some how this plane has managed to pull alone any last breaths of Ireland with it, and as soon as i step off i will be ridden of them, just like that. "I don't want to go." I say quietly to myself. I look up at the ceiling, as if the answer to my problem will be there. It's not. Just a boring ole' white air plane ceiling. It's got a tiny light on it, and emergency stuff, but that's about it; No answer wating for me