Forgotten Children-Part 5

Forgotten Children-Part 5

A Story by EmilyNixon.

5 Weeks Later…

 

        I was rushing to pack my stuff and get home from this tour. I’m pretty sure Tom felt the same way. He missed Cici and I know she missed him. I know I miss Brielle. It’s been about a week since I have talked to her. She is always busy with her job and school. “Bill, you ready? We have to get on the plane.” Tom said as he walked into the hotel room. “Yeah. Lets go.” I said grabbing my stuff and we left.

          We were on the plane and Tom and I were throwing skittles at George. He woke up yelling at us. All we did was laugh at him. “You ever get in touch with Brielle?” tom said eating his skittles.  “No, she has busy with school. As usual.” I said stealing some of Tom’s skittles. “I sent her a text last night saying we would be home around seven or eight tonight. Is Cici still coming with Brielle to meet us at the airport?” tom shook his head yeah and said, “I just hope Staci isn’t coming! I hate that girl!” Tom said. “She tried to rape you!” Georg said laughing. “Oh shut up!” tom said throwing his candy at Georg’s head.

          We were just an hour from landing. Surprisingly, we would be home about six pm. I looked across from me and Tom was jamming out to his music. He is like a little kid. I just shook my head and laughed. I looked out the window and saw the city of Hamburg. Berlin wasn’t that far. I couldn’t wait to get home and sleep. Though, I know Tom would be waking me up anyway. I may have to go to Brielle’s and sleep because Cici is moving in soon. My eyes just widened at the thought of Tom and Cici in the same room.

© 2010 EmilyNixon.


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EmilyNixon.
EmilyNixon.

Nashville, TN



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My name is Emily. I love to write stories and poems. I never copy write and or never will. I think it is useless and that you should always write from your heart! i write because it releases my mind w.. more..

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