The flight wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. It was, in fact, relaxing and much quieter than the past few days at home had been. Unlike home, the plane wasn't filled with one hundred and three little girls pouncing around, screaming nonsense at each other for the silliest of reasons. It was peaceful, and looking out the window at the pearly white clouds that surrounded us made me feel as if I were flying, soaring high above all the problems of reality, including the one that had brought me to be on that plane in the first place — I had been adopted.
I had always known that it was going to happen, but never, never in a million years would I have dreamed it to be like this.
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(Cliffhanger? Sorry!)
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