Getting AwayA Chapter by CaradactylChapter 10!
Foster stared at me hard, completely dumbstruck. Almost as if his face was frozen. I was beginning to think I would have to help him rehabilitate his eyelids. He continued to stare, but then started talking. “What just happened here? One moment you’re fighting me to take you home, then the next, you tell me you want to go back?” I nodded and said, “Thank you for summarizing that.” This time, the force of the train coming to a halt caught Foster off guard and he fell forward, and as much as I blush to say it, into my lap. I looked down at the mess of dark hair on my legs and thought about how bad he needed a hair cut and said, “Now who’s not careful?” Foster didn’t move for a moment, and I thought about pushing him to the floor. As all the people pushed around us to get out, Foster sat up and scowled at me with a defiant look.
“You’re not going back.” It caught me by surprise when he said that. I blinked and gave him an equally defiant expression in return. “What was that?” Foster shook his head and continued. “I’m risking my own damn life to save you, only to just turn around and let them have you? No way. Nope, I’m taking your stupid butt back home.” Once again, I became furious with him. As the train closed its doors and rolled away again, I turned towards him and raised my voice. “Excuse you, but I think YOU are the stupid one!! You’re the one who kidnapped me in the first place, now you refuse to let them hold me hostage just because I want to be!! You are stubborn!” I angrily stood up, despite the pain in my leg, and followed the crowd off of the train, Foster yelling my name the whole time. By this time, I had forgotten my fear of being lost in the airport, and I kept up my pace through the crowd. I heard the automatic voice say to stand back and I saw the train race away out of my peripheral vision. I hoped to God Foster was still sitting on that train. My next problem was getting back to the terminal. As the crowd dissipated around me, it got easier to move around, and I felt like I could actually breathe. I stopped by one of those wishing fountains and sat on the side of it and looked around. Even if I couldn’t read half the signs and billboards, the place was pretty nice. It looked like a regular mall, and in Japan, malls were like a whole other city. I reached into my pocket to see if I had any money on me, and I cursed at myself when I realized that they still had my money, my phone, and my Ipod. Well, the money was okay, I never carry much on me, anyways. My phone was a little more difficult, I’d have to go to the store I bought it from and deactivate it. The one I was really broken over was my Ipod. I had hundreds of photos of my sister, my friends, and me on it. They could use it to find whoever they wanted. Plus that stupid thing cost a lot of money; so losing it wasn’t really something I wanted to tell my grandfather. I sulked over losing my stuff for a while; then got up. I could see a sign that said, ‘Lobby’ on it, and started in that direction. Hopefully, the people standing at the front desk could help me. I'm sure if they knew WHY they were helping me, they wouldn't do it. But I just wouldn't tell them why, and just tell them that it was important. As I got closer to the glass doors, I felt the cool outside breeze hit my face. By now, I was limping again, and people were staring at me with amused expressions, and some of them even laughed. A new crowd of people rushed through the doors as I got to them, and as I pushed past everyone, I smacked shoulders with a guy about my size with blonde hair. I kept going, thinking it was nothing. Then suddenly, some sort of realization came over me, and it made me stop. The boy who had run into me kept going for a little bit too, but he stopped. I turned around slowly, and he did too, and I came face to face with Lucas. © 2011 CaradactylAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 22, 2011 Last Updated on February 22, 2011 AuthorCaradactylWichita, KSAboutHey! I'm an average 17 year old and I am one of the many who love to write. Being a typical teenager, I listen to music, I hate doing homework and avoid it when I can, I Facebook, I work at a pizza pl.. more..Writing
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