✑ 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 ; 𝘮𝘤𝘺𝘵 + 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ∴ ✉

Fifteen

Feelin' evil today. I tell you nothing more.

Time Skip A Couple Of Weeks (I'm sorry, this has to be done)

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'Y/N! Get in the car, we're leaving.' 

Your mothers shout jolts you from your day dream. You collect your books together, fumbling and almost dropping the pile. You toss them onto your bed, watching them bounce a few times before grabbing your jumper from the back of your gaming chair and running down the stairs. You meet your mother at the door and pull on your shoes, grabbing onto her arm to steady yourself.

'Bye, we'll be back soon!' Your mother shouts at your brother, and he appears at the end of the hall, phone in hand and waving. 

'Cya.' He calls back.

You tug at the car door until your mother unlocks it and swing yourself into the front seat. Your mother is slower to get in, settling herself into the seat and putting on her belt before turning to look at you. 

'What?' She asks in amusement, catching your eye.

You turn your whole body to face her as best you can. 'Who are we going to pick up?'

Your mother starts the car and pulls out of the drive way, deciding not to answer until you were further down the road. 'Do you remember my sister? Aunt Yarra?'

You bob your head. Your Aunt had looked after you quite a lot when you were younger and your mother was out at work. She was one of those cool types of Aunts- chill with just about anything and always bringing little gifts for you each time she came. Aunt Yarra had never been married, and was quite happy with the arrangements as well. 'I do.' You say.

'Well, she's coming for the week to stay with us! I'll be out quite a bit with my new job- they want me to get familiar with how they run things there so I've been asked to work longer hours- so she's agreed to "hang out" with you guys.'

You grin, and cast your eyes out the window. 'How much are they paying you?'

Your mother chuckles and reaches out a hand to bat at your shoulder. 'I can't tell you that.' She shrugs.

'But why not? I'll tell you how much I earn.'

'I already know how much money you make. And I'm very thankful that at least one of my children is making it big.' 

You put your hand to your chest dramatically and lean away from her. 'Are you picking favourites? My gosh, mum, I'd have never thought we would come to the day.'

'What- no! Of course not. I love you both equally, you know that. Now fix your hair, you look like you've been dragged through a bush backwards.' She reaches over to ruffle said hair and you dodge away from her.

You pull down the visor and fix your appearance as best you can. Soon, your mother slides the car to a stop just outside the gates to the airport, in a grassy flat beside the road.

'Why are we stopping here?' You ask, climbing out and shutting the door behind you.

Your mother shakes her head. 'You know how your Aunt can be. She wanted to meet us out here, she said. We'll wait a few minutes for her then I'll go in and find her.'

You nod, and get back inside, pulling out a paper book from the back of the car and flipping it over to read the blurb. You hum to yourself, and open it, flipping through the pages backwards to find the first chapter. 

As you start to read, you become aware of a low buzzing sound. Looking out the window you can see nothing out of the ordinary. A few sentences of the page later, there's a loud bang causing you to jump in your seat. The road beside you is empty, however and you frown. Climbing out of the car for a second time, you look around, catching sight of nothing out of the ordinary.

Suddenly there's a second bang and you cover your ears, crouching down at the loud noise. Something lands beside you in the dirt and your eyes grow wide. A mask. Not the masks that surgeons wear either. The type of masks you only find on aeroplanes.

As if by their own accord, your eyes find their way to sky. Your stomach drops. There, just a few hundred metres above you, is an aeroplane.

And it's heading straight for you.