Chapter one

As the untiled "novel" description reads this is the first chapter, i thought i post it out to see what you guys think!

       

The sun was as bright as a crystal ball, the day Mike Anderson and Fiona Heart left for the airport. As Mark packed their suitcases for leaving, Fiona struggled on with telephoning to cancel all appointments at her work. Fiona works as a dentist. Mark however, works as a policeman and managed to get the week off for the holiday. “Honey, I told you it was better to do that two days ago when you were off.” Mark laughed. 

“I know! But I wanted some time off not thinking about work and all of this stuff, you know it makes me all worked up and worried.” Fiona replied looking at Mark, and then back at her appointment list as the expression of panic settled upon her.

 Fiona was a short, browned haired and well groomed woman. She wore a pearl necklace and always wore something blue, even if her dress didn’t quite match. She had ocean blue eyes that Mark always stared into; he always made sure she knew how beautiful they were.

Mark rested his hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear “Don’t worry dear, relax. We’ll be in Ontario lying on a beach drinking cocktails in no time.” Fiona looked up, smiled at Mark, and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Mark was a tall and handsome man, with black hair and brown eyes. “I’ve packed our bags sweetheart, are we ready to go?” Mark asked with a soft voice. Fiona started flipping over all the cushions of the living room seats and papers that were spread out onto the coffee table. “I can’t find my god damn car keys!” Fiona exclaimed while in a blind panic, it was like watching a child run around in circles looking for her favourite toy.

Mark looked under Fiona’s appointment papers next to the telephone. He picked up and jingled the keys wildly so that Fiona would notice. “Where you left them maybe? Miss worry, we’re in a hurry.” Mark chuckled and handed the keys to Fiona. Fiona grabbed Mark’s hand and asked “Are you sure we have everything? You haven’t forgotten the passports or our spending money that I exchanged yesterday, or anything like that?” Fiona held Mark’s hand tighter.

“Yes I’m sure, I’ve checked and double checked. Money is in my suitcase along with our passports and what not.” Mark kissed the back of Fiona’s hand and sighed. “Can we get going now?”

“Okay, let’s go!” Fiona replied with excitement. She grabbed her suitcase with car keys in hand, flew out the front door and swung open the boot of the car to throw in her suitcase. Mark followed behind, he closed the door tightly and twirled the keys in the keyhole, took a step back, and sighed. I hope I won’t miss this place too much, He thought.

 Mark turned around to see Fiona staring back at him, waving him excitedly towards the car. Mark smiled, ran round the back of the car and chucked his suitcase on top of Fiona’s. He hopped in the passenger’s seat of the car closed the door and yanked his seatbelt on.

Fiona checked her watch; it was 6.45 in the morning. “Horary, we’re going to make it on time for the flight at half eight!” she kissed Mark on the lips with an excited passion, her perfume flowed up Mark’s nostrils and tickled his senses. “You smell gorgeous honey.” He winked with a love drunken stare.

“If you say so, you old goof!” Fiona giggled. She turned the GPS on and reversed out of the drive. The roads on the GPS were lit up and twinkled like the lights of New York’s sky scrapers late at night.

They drove a state of the art range rover, with all the gadgets and bits and bobs that even Steven hawking, would be jealous of. The black tint of the windows reflected the roadway ahead of them as the sun slowly woke up from underneath it’s duvet of white, fluffy clouds.

“Do you think that you’re cruel neighbours would remember to feed, and clean our fish tank while we’re away enjoying ourselves?” Fiona asked with a bright, beautiful smile. Mark laughed and stroked Fiona’s hand. “I’m pretty sure they will.” Fiona listened on as she put her sun glasses on to fight back against the sun’s obscurity. “I did promise them £25 when we came back, who could argue with that price?”

Fiona was deep in thought at this. “Did you really say twenty-five and not thirty-five?” Fiona looked on at the brightly light road; the cars ahead were almost like dots in the distance. Mark squinted ahead “Of course not, we need the extra cash for our holiday. In any case, the bills and economy have been bad to us over the past couple of weeks due to inflation, and all that boring s**t.” 

They passed the sign to the airport, it read; JFK International Airport, 5miles. Fiona screamed with joy as she saw the sign, she held Marks hand and grinned with delight. “We’re almost there honey! Just past the hill and over the next bend, and we’ll be on the plane bored to death and munching on peanuts for an hour and a half!” Fiona exclaimed as she held up Mark’s hand and let out a squeal of happiness. Mark smiled and kissed her hand again. “Let’s see what goodies we can pick up from the airport stores, I’m sure they’ll be bargains!” He laughed sarcastically.

As they pulled up to the airport car park the sound of the planes, people, and the intercom ringed in their ears. The airport was like a giant bee hive, the worker drones flying out to retrieve the honey for the queen bee with such speed and Feyness. Mark and Fiona both grabbed their luggage and walked through the automatic airport doors.

 Fiona looked into Mark’s eyes and gently held his hand, Mark stared back with a beamed smile. “This is going to be a holiday to remember, I just know it!” Fiona boomed as the doors of JFK slowly closed behind them.       

Author's Note

Please let me know if you pick up upon, or stumble into any grammar or spelling mistakes so i can fix it up a bit. Thanks for reading!

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[Shep]

Telephoning...telephone.

Okey where's the rest of the story. I have expected a car crash or a plane crash or some bad nightmare to ruin there fun. Please tell me there is more coming after all this time.