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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.


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2. Chapter 2 - Long Flights and Moonsugar

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Tasha had a suspicious look on her face as we shuffled through security. I jumped when something brushed against my arm, then SCREAMED when a thick stream of green goo trickled down to my wrist. I wrestled my off jumper (Now RUINED) and turned to see who or what the culprit was…

THAT DAMN KAYAK!

“TASHA! I AGREED YOU COULD TAKE THE KAYAK ON ONE CONDITION. YOU CLEANED IT FIRST!” I was attracting a bunch of weird looks (As if I don’t get enough of those already…).

I waited for Delia to go through, when she was taken to one side by a nervous looking, bog standard, pizza faced security guard. This was all we needed! I spy, at the far end of the airport, a shop that would most likely cause us to miss another plane. As Tasha trots over to talk to me, I turn my head to one side, keeping my eye on the E number filled shop. Tasha, taking my ignoring-ness (Yes I know that’s not a real word. Get used to it. There’s going to be a lot more…) as a bad mood turns to watch Delia’s predicament with little interest.

Suddenly…

“Tatashie!!!!” Delia leapt on Tasha as she bent down to do up her shoe lace.

“What is it now?” asks a disgruntled Tasha as she takes he shoes off and sticks them in her hand luggage bag.

“Look what Catkin’s been trying to hide from us!”

Damn and Blast. I hadn’t counted on Delia spotting it. It was a Moonsugar shop. Moonsugar is an substance that has so many additives and colourings that its banned in 6 states and 3 countries. A conversation I had with Rob before we left came to mind…

“Don’t let Tasha eat any moonsugar. Surely you remember what happened last time!”

“Rob, I swear that Tasha will NOT eat, lick or even sniff a molecule of moonsugar before we get to Forks. I PROMISE!”

So much for that… I decided I would have to do something before they start bouncing off the shiny walls of the airport. I grab Delia round the waist and tried to snatch the hood on Tasha’s jumper that was sticking out over her coat collar. She dodged. There was a sharp tug on my blonde hair and I lost my grip on Delia. There was a scream as two blurs disappeared into the depths of the shop.

Now sitting on the floor, I decide to get up before some old dear shuffles over, asks me if I’m okay and offers me a Murray Mint. (Which, for future reference, I would have of accepted.) I trudge over to where a young couple were sitting and asked if I could sit on the end of their table. After a strange look from the woman at the fully black outfit I was currently wearing I got a mumbled yes.

10 minutes later, Tasha and Delia reappear, arms laden with tubes of Moonsugar. I was not very happy at this. They had to of at least of had 500 tubes each. After bribing me with a couple of sticks of Moonsugar from their stash, (Is that all I get? Two measly sticks?!) I lightened up a little.

I decide to grab an Isle seat before I’m stuck between two hyper teens on a super long flight.

“Great! I get the window seat!!!!” Tasha yells, as if she’s never sat next to a window before.

“Look!” Delia points behind us. “They have a Smiths!”

Now there was a shop I didn’t mind them going into. I decide to grab myself some literature and join the queue leading to the counter. I thumb through the book and read the blurb thoroughly. I caught the words ‘Young’, ‘Criminally Insane’ and ‘Schizophrenic’, and grabbed it off the shelf. I get nudged from behind and find Tasha, holding about 20 odd magazines in her arms. I shook my head as a bag of minstrels fly past my ear.

“Catch!” Delia calls, a little too late.

30 minutes and £20 later, were running for the plane. Well… Me and Delia are. Tasha strolls along behind as if the plane doesn’t leave for another hour. A little verbal encouragement / abuse later and she’s running to.

We sit down, open sweets, flick through magazines and listen to our I-Pods. There’s a woman saying something about a life jacket, but she gets drowned out by Muse (Knights of Cydonia to be precise).

There’s a tap on my shoulder. “Can you get up? I need to pee before we take off…”

It’s gonna be a long flight…