暑假记录3 习作C1

                                                                        Chapter one

     Hudson drove me to the airport.

     We checked my ticket, I planted a quick kiss on the old butler’s cheek, and ran off to my plane.

     “26A, 26B, 26C.” I put away my luggage and threw myself on my seat.

     Someone threw himself on the seat beside me, I peered at him---- a boy my own age, he had light brown messy hair that stuck up in different angles and deep ocean blue eyes. He was in a white clean shirt, baggy pants and black leather boots. Cute.

     He caught me looking at him, grinned and said, “Hey! Nice hoodie!”

     I was wearing a bboy, a black hoodie, jeans and sneakers.

     Ok, nice hat, understandable, nice hoodie? Not really.

     I shrugged, “Thanks. Um, nice boots.”

     “Yeah, my dad bought me those, cool huh?” He gave me another grin. “I’m Jeff.”

     “I’m Mackenzie.” I smiled back.

    Then he went on and on about how great his dad was and how cool his boots were.

     “We’ll take off immediately, please be seated and fasten your seat belts…” A sweet voice came through the broadcast.” I put on the seat belt and took out my eye patch.

     He took that as a sign of “I don’t want to talk to you” and kept his mouth shut. Which, is a great thing for me. I needed to think and a good sleep.

     I fiddled with the eye patch and escape to my thoughts.

     After the Halloween incident, I didn’t want to admit, but really, things had been hard for me. The morning after Halloween night, Hudson found me sleeping on a bench in the graveyard. News flash, people talk, and the rumors were like nightmares. I went home grim from school everyday. I couldn’t take it anymore, so Hudson sent me to my dad, to his girlfriends, yes, there was an “s”. Maybe he was in New York, maybe Florida, he moved around a lot. And by a lot, I mean, like everyday.

     The seat belts off light came on, I took off my seat belt and put on the eye patch.

     Before long, I drifted to sleep.

     Someone touched my arm. I nearly jumped out my seat. I pulled off my eye patch, and was drown by the deep ocean blue of-----Jeff’s eyes.

     Wait, Jeff’s eyes?

     “Um, what are you doing?” I asked, very uncomfortable with the closeness of his face.

     “Waking you up, seat belts on, Miss.” He finally got off of me.

     I fumbled with my seat belt, “I think----it’s stuck.”

     With a sigh, he reached over and buckled me up. I couldn’t help but notice he had slim hands, musician’s hands.

     “Thanks.” I grinned at him sheepishly. “Do you play any instrument?”

     “Yeah, I play the piano. What about you?” He said with a gleam in his eyes.

     “I used to play the piano and the drums. Now I am learning the electric guitar.” I said, a little bit showing off.

     “Oh man, you got to be kidding! Please teach me how to play an electric guitar!” He gave me the look, the puppy dog look that you can’t resist. Which, gratefully, didn’t work on me.

     “OK. Maybe someday.” I said.

     “So, you’re going to New York?” He asked curiously.

     I sighed, “I’m going to whatever the place the plane stops.”

     “And that is New York, I think.” He said, “Sighing is not good for children.”

     “You’re a kid yourself, and I have a lot of things to worry about.” I said, not so cheerful.

     “I have a lot to worry too. But, at least I’m not sighing.” His expression turned a little more thoughtful, then he quickly turned back to the cheerful kid. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

     “Do you have the cards?” I said, fine with the idea, I needed to spill some thoughts to someone.

     “Yeah.” He said, standing up and going trough his suitcase.

     While Jeff was looking for the cards. I glanced out the window. Nighttime. I looked down and saw the city lights shinning, the yellow lights were like stars on the ground.

     “Got it!” Finally, Jeff’s head popped out of his suitcase. His brown hair ruffled, cards , soda cans and potato chips in hand, he looked a puppy that had just been in a warm hug and desperately tried to get out.

     I smiled. “I’ll go first.” I picked a card.

    Truth: Tell a story about something that has been bothering you.

    Dare: Kiss the guy beside you.

     “Ok, definitely the truth.” I said, glaring at the card.

     “Am I that bad to kiss?” He said, playfulness showing in his eyes.

     “Yes” I cracked up.

     “Ouch.” He gave me the look again.

     “Now, do you want to hear my story or not?” I asked, as he nodded, I asked him the question I didn’t dare ask anyone before. “Do you believe in vampires?”