3. Plane Ride
"I really did not want to leave, my insides were swirling into a tornado as i was boarding the plane. What am i going to do in America? Live with my Uncle Rob who i barely knew! This situation is getting out of hand, i dont want to leave London. Im going to miss Louis, Maryann, my Mum.......and my Dad! I never said goodbye!"
Marcel quickly pulled out his phone and dialed his Dads number. The phone rang 7 times before it cut off "Were sorry but the pers-" Marcels eyes started to water. He dialed his Mums number. "Oh pick up......pick up, please pick up Mum please pi-"
*MM-Marcels Mum M-Marcel*
MM-Hello? Marcel what the matter sweety?
M-Why am i moving to uncle Robs?
MM-Because sweatheart your father lost all his money without us knowing.
M-Then why am i going on the plane by my-self?
MM-Because....we only had enough money for you to go, once we get enough me and your dad are going to live with Rob too, it will be a couple days before we can reach our savings account.....we are going to have to use your colledge fund.
M-Thats fine Mum, i just want you to get here because i hate being alone!
MM-Yes i know honey...I love you sweatheart!
M-I love you too Mum.
Marcel ended the call with tears falling from his eyes. How? he questioned.
As he was boarding the plane he was thinking of his how this ever could of happened. He frustrated and over thinking that he forgot what to do when he got on his plane. "Sir you need to find your seat" A kind flight attendant said to him. He started scrambling to find the only empty seat. He looked up at the number and seen it was the same on his ticket. He was disappointed when he had to sit between two very large men.
Once the men were asleep Marcel managed to pull out his phone without waking both of them up. He went to his notes and wrote:
"I cant believe im on a plane to America, that im leaving the only place i love! I barely know my Uncle Rob nor if hes married, any kids and even if hes successful! I miss Louis. And now im sitting here sweating and holding my mouth underneath my shirt so i could bare the smell of these fat people! The one to the left of me smells like goat! And the one to the right smells like moldy cheese! How could they smell like that? Its been 5 hours since i left London and i only have 2 left."
Marcel put his phone away and fell asleep. He woke up soaked. The flight attendant from before woke him up because everyone else had gotten off already, he wiped his face and noticed that it was spit. "EWEH OH MY GOD DID HE DRUEL ON ME!" Marcel got up off his seat and ran to the door of the plane. He got up too quickly and started to get dizzy and felt nautious.
He managed to get down to the ground and immediately felt better. He walked to the waiting part of the Airport. A man wearing a black suit and black sunglasses was holding a sign that had "Harry Styles (Marcel)'' written on it. Marcel wave to the man as he went to go throw the sign away. "Hello Marcel, long time no see huh?" the strange man said. "Who are you" Marcel asked him. "Its Me uncle Rob!" He said while putting his hands in the air. Marcel felt suprised that he was wearing a suit and that he actually smelled descent. "Wow you've grown up huh?" His Uncle said while putting his arm around Marcels shoulder. Once they got in the car Marcel thought and he past visiting his uncle, "he wasnt the man he used to be. He is different?" he asked himself as if he was talking to someone else. Marcels Uncle only lived 12 minutes away from the airport, so the ride was very short.