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Dreaming - The view of an optimistic, blonde hippy!

Summary:
Dreams are funny things...
Some people dream of Money.
Some people dream of Family.
Some people dream of Love. Me? I dream of gettin to Forks to meet my friends in one piece.
I doubt it will happen. Catkin's view of Charmingal's Dreaming.


Notes:


1. Chapter 1 - The reason I don't do water sports.

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Tasha was beginning to get on my nerves. For the last hour she had been asking if we were there yet. And sure enough…

“Are we there yet?”

“You asked that 10 minutes ago and were still in the airport!” Impatience was making my temper short.

“Oh yeah we are“ She replied almost absentmindedly

Delia had been quiet for a while and made me jump when she said,

“God Tash I thought you were supposed to be good at travelling"

Tasha stated that she was good at travelling, but didn’t like to wait.

"We wouldn't have to wait if we hadn't missed the plane with the others" I looked at Tasha, now angry.

Tasha had insisted in bringing her bright pink kayak with her and had got it stuck in the revolving doors. I told her she could have left it and brought another one in America, but she wouldn’t hear anything of it. Anyway, this caused us and a rather large and angry group of passengers to miss our flights. What kind of airport allows kayaks on the plane anyway…?

Before Tasha and I could start another argument about the ‘dilemma’ Delia buts in...

"How about we go see if our flight is putting the bags on yet?"

I grabbed one trolley with our luggage and Delia grabbed the other, while Tasha took the last one with her stupid kayak balanced on it.

I hate crowds and couldn’t be asked to wait about. I steamed on ahead, still annoyed with Tasha, and found myself at the big screen with the names of the planes destinations and what gates they were leaving from. My anger ebbed away as confusion took over my head.

Tasha and Delia pulled up behind me as the person behind the desk took our bags.

"Do you think that this is the place?" Uncertainty making my voice waver slightly.

I analysed the screen a forth time. It definitely said ‘Forks USA, Gate 22’

"Sure" Tasha says " How many other Forks can there be?"

Tasha pushes in front and joins onto the queue. There was a funny feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I glance at Delia and know she is sharing my ’sense’.

I decide to voice my opinions…

“I still feel like something's wrong” I mutter. Delia looks at me and nods her head. Tasha laughs.

"Oh come on what's the worst that can happen?" She says as she hauls her kayak onto the conveyor belt ignoring the glare of the stewardess behind the desk.

“We end up somewhere stupid like Texas? We'll find our way to Forks eventually” She shrugs and walks through the archway that goes BLEEP if you have anything like keys, jewellery or bombs on you. Delia and I exchange glances, roll our eyes in an almost Tolley (that’s strange, I usually call her Rob…) like fashion and follow her.

I glance at the screen one last time. Tasha’s right. We’ll get to Forks… Eventually.