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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:30 pm
((Isabel Guerra continued from The House of the Rising Sun ))
Isabel sat with her chin resting in one hand on top of a small suit case. White ear buds hung down from her ears to her ipod, shoved in her pocket. A melodious tone sound cut through the music and she yanked the buds out.
Attention: Flight 287 out of Terminal 1, Peir E, Gate 27 will begin boarding in 15 minutes.
She quickly wrapped the cord around the ipod and stuck it in her purse. Isabel stood and extended the handle on the smaller of two bags. Isabel looked up at the departures board.
F287 YYZ to LAX -------------- On time
" Mmph-hey Izzy!"
Isabel turned around and beamed with a big smile. She crossed her arms and cocked her hip to the side.
"Hey jerk face. No sandwich for me?"
A muffled "Nope" came out between bites.
She swiped a chunk off the sandwich and threw it into her mouth.
"Fine. I'm stealing your in-flight peanuts then."
"Yeah, right. Good luck."
"Come on, they started boarding! Get your stuff; I'm not carrying your crap to the gate."
She grabbed her little rolling bag and the two set off. Though it wasn't necessary, they ran down the moving sidewalk past the people patiently waiting to come to the end.
At the gate they handed over their passports and boarding passes. Isabel shoved the little red passport into her bag and waited at the threshold.
"Ready?"
"Born ready."
She took his hand and they walked down the hall to the plane.
"Are you going to miss it?"
"Are you going to miss it?"
Isabel was lying on a mattress on the floor of an almost completely empty room.
"Go away," she said moodily and turned onto her side to face the wall. Her long legs were bent, pulled halfway up to her in an almost fetal position.
"Excuse me? Don't take that tone with me!"
"You want to know the truth?" Isabel said, her voice slightly louder now. "Of course I'll miss it. Just when I think somewhere is going to get to be my home, the place where I'll stay, it never is. I don't even remember where I am some days. Times and places slip and slide around. I hate it. I hate it all."
The sharp crack of contact rang out in the room. Isabel put her hand up to her stinging cheek and her eyes began to fill with tears, but she didn't look away from the wall or turn her head. Stubborn.
"You are such an ungrateful child. You have such a bad attitude. I don't know what's gotten into you lately."
The door slammed behind her mother.
"I absolutely am," she muttered.
"Absolutely."
"Absolutely?"
Isabel giggled into the phone and fell backwards onto her bed, twisting the cord around her finger. "No. Absolution. Like the name of the space ship that Tom operated from on the little thingies in between the shows on Toonami? I know it's a really dorky thing to name my car after but I have to start thinking of names now, right?"
The line suddenly wasn't responding anymore.
"Hayley? Did your phone crap out? Hayley?"
"Hayley?"
"Hayley"
Isabel shook her hair with her fingers a little and closed her eyes for a moment. The day dreams and memories were running together in her mind, she hadn't slept. She'd made it out of the ranger station with her neck still attached to her head. That was good. As she was running to the nearby swamp and hoping the beeping in her collar would stop she had some time to think about the other information she'd heard. Hayley killed for a third time. This was not good.
She better give me a good explanation when I find her or I will kick her skinny white ass.
She plopped down cross legged into the ground. They seemed to be just at the edge of the swamp. Past the little land mass they were on it looked decidedly less solid.
Isabel looked up at Roland and cocked an eye brow.
I hope this works.
Isabel sat with her chin resting in one hand on top of a small suit case. White ear buds hung down from her ears to her ipod, shoved in her pocket. A melodious tone sound cut through the music and she yanked the buds out.
Attention: Flight 287 out of Terminal 1, Peir E, Gate 27 will begin boarding in 15 minutes.
She quickly wrapped the cord around the ipod and stuck it in her purse. Isabel stood and extended the handle on the smaller of two bags. Isabel looked up at the departures board.
F287 YYZ to LAX -------------- On time
" Mmph-hey Izzy!"
Isabel turned around and beamed with a big smile. She crossed her arms and cocked her hip to the side.
"Hey jerk face. No sandwich for me?"
A muffled "Nope" came out between bites.
She swiped a chunk off the sandwich and threw it into her mouth.
"Fine. I'm stealing your in-flight peanuts then."
"Yeah, right. Good luck."
"Come on, they started boarding! Get your stuff; I'm not carrying your crap to the gate."
She grabbed her little rolling bag and the two set off. Though it wasn't necessary, they ran down the moving sidewalk past the people patiently waiting to come to the end.
At the gate they handed over their passports and boarding passes. Isabel shoved the little red passport into her bag and waited at the threshold.
"Ready?"
"Born ready."
She took his hand and they walked down the hall to the plane.
"Are you going to miss it?"
"Are you going to miss it?"
Isabel was lying on a mattress on the floor of an almost completely empty room.
"Go away," she said moodily and turned onto her side to face the wall. Her long legs were bent, pulled halfway up to her in an almost fetal position.
"Excuse me? Don't take that tone with me!"
"You want to know the truth?" Isabel said, her voice slightly louder now. "Of course I'll miss it. Just when I think somewhere is going to get to be my home, the place where I'll stay, it never is. I don't even remember where I am some days. Times and places slip and slide around. I hate it. I hate it all."
The sharp crack of contact rang out in the room. Isabel put her hand up to her stinging cheek and her eyes began to fill with tears, but she didn't look away from the wall or turn her head. Stubborn.
"You are such an ungrateful child. You have such a bad attitude. I don't know what's gotten into you lately."
The door slammed behind her mother.
"I absolutely am," she muttered.
"Absolutely."
"Absolutely?"
Isabel giggled into the phone and fell backwards onto her bed, twisting the cord around her finger. "No. Absolution. Like the name of the space ship that Tom operated from on the little thingies in between the shows on Toonami? I know it's a really dorky thing to name my car after but I have to start thinking of names now, right?"
The line suddenly wasn't responding anymore.
"Hayley? Did your phone crap out? Hayley?"
"Hayley?"
"Hayley"
Isabel shook her hair with her fingers a little and closed her eyes for a moment. The day dreams and memories were running together in her mind, she hadn't slept. She'd made it out of the ranger station with her neck still attached to her head. That was good. As she was running to the nearby swamp and hoping the beeping in her collar would stop she had some time to think about the other information she'd heard. Hayley killed for a third time. This was not good.
She better give me a good explanation when I find her or I will kick her skinny white ass.
She plopped down cross legged into the ground. They seemed to be just at the edge of the swamp. Past the little land mass they were on it looked decidedly less solid.
Isabel looked up at Roland and cocked an eye brow.
I hope this works.